The rest of the team had returned from the run, and the coach was finishing up some paperwork, when he remembered Todd.
He rushed to check on his new star athlete. As he opened the door, his jaw dropped. The hairy back facing him was racing easily along the treadmill. However, Todd was now at least 7 feet tall, and the nub of a tail could be seen growing out from under the leather weight belt. He noticed then that Todd's heels never touched the treadmill, he was running on the ball's of his feet.
He paused to wonder about the guy who gave him those enhancement pads, he worked at the Pleasure Island Club up the road. The coach had been there to bet on donkey races. He screwed up his mouth, and silently closed the door as Todd continued to run. Maybe he didn't have a cross-country champ on his hands, but he might have another kind of champion.