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Warehouse District, Most of Monday
Monday, October 3rd, 2016 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soniaroadsqueenRingo had handwavily spent the weekend back home. And riding with her sisters, seeing how the AT scene was developing, just cutting loose and having fun had firmly convinced her of something that she would never have noticed on her own.
She wasn't really getting better at AirTrek.
Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. A daily schedule as aggressive as hers was certainly keeping her in physical shape, and Ringo was naturally prone to trying new tricks and exploring what she could dow with ATs, so she wasn't really stagnating.
But being back home, seeing how much everyone else had grown, had made her realize that she was mostly just, well, staying in place. Not losing anything, but not really gaining much either. Stagnating, sort of. She wasn't sure why, but maybe she wasn't pushing herself hard enough.
(And there was no one else around to push her these days. Ringo wasn't oblivious to the fact that the last really interesting technique she'd figured out had been during a run with Kathy.)
So today she was pushing herself. Hard.
She'd picked two spots on opposite ends of the warehouse district, grabbed a stopwatch, and was now trying to figure out the fastest possible time she could set running end-to-end.
Ringo began by trying different routes, getting familiar with the specifics of the terrain and trying to find the spots where she could save the most time. (She'd found this pretty interesting shortcut that involved tucking her body up as small as possible and hurtling through a warehouse window, grinding across the rafters, out the window on the other side, into a series of wall-rides between her original warehouse and the one pressed up next to it, through another window, and then out a still-open loading dock door.)
A couple of hours in, about the time that she began shifting from exploring routes to perfecting the one she thought was the shortest, Ringo noticed how exhausted she was beginning to feel. She really hadn't pushed herself like this in, well, way too long. That burning in her eyes as sweat dripped down into them, the huge breaths she sucked in trying to get enough oxygen, and slowly building tension in her legs as her muscles started to protest were things that had been familiar to her back home, but that she'd sort of forgotten about when she got to Fandom.
She reached one end of her route and clicked the stopwatch, grinning down at the digital numbers as her chest heaved. New personal best. Ringo took a minute to drink half a bottle of water and pluck at the sweat-soaked shirt that she had plastered to her skin before turning around. She restarted her timer and headed back in at top speed.
It felt good to push herself so hard again.
[ooc: Open. Feel free to catch Ringo at any point of the day if you like. On the way over to her little course, during it, or on the way back to the dorms after.]
She wasn't really getting better at AirTrek.
Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. A daily schedule as aggressive as hers was certainly keeping her in physical shape, and Ringo was naturally prone to trying new tricks and exploring what she could dow with ATs, so she wasn't really stagnating.
But being back home, seeing how much everyone else had grown, had made her realize that she was mostly just, well, staying in place. Not losing anything, but not really gaining much either. Stagnating, sort of. She wasn't sure why, but maybe she wasn't pushing herself hard enough.
(And there was no one else around to push her these days. Ringo wasn't oblivious to the fact that the last really interesting technique she'd figured out had been during a run with Kathy.)
So today she was pushing herself. Hard.
She'd picked two spots on opposite ends of the warehouse district, grabbed a stopwatch, and was now trying to figure out the fastest possible time she could set running end-to-end.
Ringo began by trying different routes, getting familiar with the specifics of the terrain and trying to find the spots where she could save the most time. (She'd found this pretty interesting shortcut that involved tucking her body up as small as possible and hurtling through a warehouse window, grinding across the rafters, out the window on the other side, into a series of wall-rides between her original warehouse and the one pressed up next to it, through another window, and then out a still-open loading dock door.)
A couple of hours in, about the time that she began shifting from exploring routes to perfecting the one she thought was the shortest, Ringo noticed how exhausted she was beginning to feel. She really hadn't pushed herself like this in, well, way too long. That burning in her eyes as sweat dripped down into them, the huge breaths she sucked in trying to get enough oxygen, and slowly building tension in her legs as her muscles started to protest were things that had been familiar to her back home, but that she'd sort of forgotten about when she got to Fandom.
She reached one end of her route and clicked the stopwatch, grinning down at the digital numbers as her chest heaved. New personal best. Ringo took a minute to drink half a bottle of water and pluck at the sweat-soaked shirt that she had plastered to her skin before turning around. She restarted her timer and headed back in at top speed.
It felt good to push herself so hard again.
[ooc: Open. Feel free to catch Ringo at any point of the day if you like. On the way over to her little course, during it, or on the way back to the dorms after.]