I'm taking Notice Me Senpai very literally
They were still doing track at this hour? What, did they never sleep? Tony knew why he was out here in the field and that was all very valid, but it seemed completely ridiculous that someone had to practice moving the long things on the end of their body past 4 AM-- it did occur to him eventually, in his defense, that they may have just begun, and that was someone else using the field the evening before. It did look like a bunch of the same foolishness, though, but it didn't surprise Tony that no one could take efficiency into account and mix the two groups up in one very tight hour of ongoing leg-discovery. If they had to be reminded every day how to do the same activity, they could have at least had the common courtesy to keep it brief.
Tony climbed the bleachers with a bounce up every two steps, twisting his head to squint through the hazy low light and get a sense of the clouds and wind direction. When he came to settle at the top, he quickly had his laptop on his knees and hunched toward it, arms drawn in tight against the cold like he could draw warmth from the blue light neon bright in the pre-dawn. It would probably be fine, he could be precise, the field was just a cautionary measure anyway. It was a big place, and these track people are appreciably regimented.