Grinning widely and being so excited at what this meeting could lead, Marsha had completely forgotten to switch her shoes. In fact, she hadn’t forgotten about it as much as she simply hadn’t read the sign? ”I… - no, we - would like to talk to you about a running club?” Marsha glanced over her shoulder at the groundskeeper. He was still in agreement with her, right? It hadn’t changed in the walk up here… Well, she hoped not anyway.

”I spoke to Mr McLeod about it as I figured that he would be the equivalent Adult… Professor for the job.” Yeah. Someone stop her from rambling now please.