"Gabe," Pete said. He felt his insides go all drippy melty; it wasn't exactly the desired result from all this exercise, but still. Gabe. "Is the best to do body shots with. Except the sand kind of spills into his six pack."
Which he wouldn't mind. At the moment. Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five.
"Okay," he said, jumping his knees up even closer to his hands and then sprinting up to his feet. "Let's run."