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Chandler only gave us a couple of minutes before waving us on. "Come. Leave your gear. We'll come back in-between the stations. The first couple won't require a bat or glove." He didn't wait for any replies and started to walk. 

Noah dropped his water bottle on top of his bag and hurried after him. I did the same, not willing to be left behind. The other guys in our group reacted the same way. 

Chandler led us to a grassy area, where four bases were set up like a normal baseball field, each 90 feet apart. Three men of varying ages sat in foldable chairs. Chandler faced us. "We'll start off with simple baserunning. You guys will sprint to first base and we'll take down the times. After a few sprints from everyone, we'll have you run the bases like you're trying to score an inside-the-park homerun. After that, we'll grade your sliding skills. We specifically chose to set up on the grass so I don't want to see any fear when sliding."

I frowned.