they keep her sane, the (bellsandneedles) wrote in repose, @ 2017-01-10 09:59:00 |
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Current music: | Raury - Devils Whisper |
LOG; Kin and Stuart
Who: Kin and OPEN
What: Morning Run
Where: All around town, if someone wants to intercept or something along her route...?
When: 1/10 pre-dawn to early morning
Warnings/Rating: TBA. PG-13 for language probably at least
"You're a scrawny thing," A grizzled old barfly biker said to her when she was thirteen, pinching at her arms and laughing at her scowl, "You make sure you never go back the same way ya' came, ya' hear? Especially not alone, you're easy pickin's"Of course she didn't hear him then, the very young are rarely very wise and she didn't see anything past his marlboro and whiskey breath that made her nose wrinkle.
A few months later on a normal supply run for the Doctor she learned it, took the same way back as she did there and learned what it felt like to be surrounded and beat down--no child prodigy was she and indeed scrawny. But she learned what it felt like to have her shoulder shoved back into her socket and how to distinguish the scuffling in alleyways as trap and ordinary vagrants. He had been right, she was an easy target when she was younger. So she worked to change that, which brought her to her runs that served several purposes; endurance, speed, discipline and to keep her sane since her world had been flipped.
It helped center and calm her after a restless night make plans and get a read on the town. Runners were invisible. No one looked twice at runners or cyclist in the early morning hours, especially when they themselves were tired. Even with her bright red hair in a high ponytail, it was balanced out by a worn thrift store college hoodie and running pants--no one gave two shits about her. It was almost nice actually.
She had mapped out six running routes to mix and match, today's would take her on a warmup walk to the rec center to get a drink from the water fountain there. Then sprints around the lake, a run past the big fancy houses, and her path back would take her through main street where she would nod at groggy morning greetings. Then past the small park/pond and back to the motel for a shower. Not too bad, she didn't know how many miles it was and that was something she needed to find out but she could gauge it well enough by the way her body felt at the end at least.