Grateful to be out of the cramped locker, Grub hurries down the hall--or rather, tries to. After being in an unnatural position for so long, he finds the circulation had been cut off in both his legs. It's always hard to move fast on tingling legs.
"Oh, I'm a dead elf," he mutters as he checks a slip of paper in his hand, "First day starting gym class and I'm late. Well, with any luck at all, they'll already be busy with some activity and I can just slip in unnoticed."
By the time he can walk straight, he has slipped inside the gym doors. Noticing the tough-looking coach, the last thing he wants to do is make a spectacle of himself, so he sidles into the room, keeping close to the wall, hoping to go unnoticed just long enough to observe and figure out what's going on, then slip in and totally blend so the coach won't know the difference.