Post by Penny on Apr 12, 2024 14:46:30 GMT -5
Penny was nervous. Not that running in circles in a hot, arid, rocky wasteland with a twenty-year-old woman shouting encouragement at her was nerve-wracking; Penny had a lot on her mind, and, well, in it. She'd yet to spill the beans about the nightmare turned reality of getting... melded to some sort of freaky alien metal thing, and with the slip-up after school the other day, it was only a matter of time before more people found out the hard way.
"Reporting for duty, coach!" Penny chirped happily, dressed in shorts, a crop top, and athletic shoes. Usually just standing around in Gizard after midday was enough to break a sweat, but to her, it was like standing in a room temperature... room. Nyra, the perpetually sunglasses-clad green tracksuit-wearing lady of considerable track experience, was her mentor. Also apparently related to the current president? The raven-haired woman tossed her head, looking Penny up and down with a hum. "You seem different," She'd remark. "And more energetic than usual." That was saying a lot, coming from the stoic runner.
Penny bit back a wince, smiling widely and nodding. "Yep! Feeling EXTRA motivated for practice today!!" It didn't feel great sidestepping the issue, but she was still trying to parse how EXACTLY to tell her running coach about her problems. Just because the lady was a martial artist didn't make her an expert in all things Alien! "...Alright. Well you can start with the basic three-lap. It's pretty hot today, so if you start feeling short of breath or light-headed, stop immediately and head back here."
A few capsules with a overhang tent, table, chairs, and water galore later and Penny was off on her (relative) own, taking the warm-up at a modest pace.
"Reporting for duty, coach!" Penny chirped happily, dressed in shorts, a crop top, and athletic shoes. Usually just standing around in Gizard after midday was enough to break a sweat, but to her, it was like standing in a room temperature... room. Nyra, the perpetually sunglasses-clad green tracksuit-wearing lady of considerable track experience, was her mentor. Also apparently related to the current president? The raven-haired woman tossed her head, looking Penny up and down with a hum. "You seem different," She'd remark. "And more energetic than usual." That was saying a lot, coming from the stoic runner.
Penny bit back a wince, smiling widely and nodding. "Yep! Feeling EXTRA motivated for practice today!!" It didn't feel great sidestepping the issue, but she was still trying to parse how EXACTLY to tell her running coach about her problems. Just because the lady was a martial artist didn't make her an expert in all things Alien! "...Alright. Well you can start with the basic three-lap. It's pretty hot today, so if you start feeling short of breath or light-headed, stop immediately and head back here."
A few capsules with a overhang tent, table, chairs, and water galore later and Penny was off on her (relative) own, taking the warm-up at a modest pace.
Mundane training go!!
Nyra's PL: 24
Thread PL: 40,000 (Antisense) | TWC: 292
Nyra's PL: 24
Thread PL: 40,000 (Antisense) | TWC: 292