The long walk from her dorm room to the pitch was enough to lessen the ringing in her ears from the overly loud morning wake up call. Her achy shoulder was still very much a thing though however.

Arriving at the pitch with several minutes to spare, Rylee greeted the new Headmaster and professors with a polite 'Good morning' and a smile as per usual for her. The student leaders all received a warm friendly smile and 'hellos' as well as did most of the others already there.

Running wasn't an issue for her. It was being told they HAD to run that didn't seem fair. However she was rocking lightly on the heels of her sneakers waiting to be told what to do. The action quickly halting when hearing that anyone that didn't run would lose House points, serve detention, and have privileges revoked. That was seriously messed up! Running was supposed to be fun, not a chore and certainly not something they would get in trouble over.

Still rather conflicted on all of this, Rylee did what she normally would when she needed to clear her head. She ran. Or went to work on her Quidditch skills... or flower crowns or played with the creatures. Only she was already out here on the pitch. So running it was.

Steady even strides as she started off on her first lap around the pitch.