Alice Dugan (girlspy) wrote,
@ 2010-03-12 01:24:00

Daily workout
Two more minutes on the treadmill and then she'd move on to lifting weights.

Alice was a good portion into her daily after-training workout session. Her iPod was on shuffle and she was getting up to a pretty good speed, and found herself burning nearly twice the amount of calories that she'd burnt yesterday. She was starting to work up a bit of a sweat, but after she'd stretched a little, she'd be ready to lift weights for an hour before calling her workout wrapped for the day.

It wasn't that she was a workout addict or anything...she just liked to stay in shape. How else was she supposed to move on the field if she wasn't in tip-top condition?

The treadmill slowed into a cool-down and Alice slowed her pace down. When the machine came to a stop, Alive looked down at the stats before hopping off the treadmill, wiping it off with a rag before pausing her iPod and taking a sip out of her water bottle.

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	heytheredelilah 2010-03-12 07:01 am UTC (link)
	"If we head out early enough, you can pick out whatever you like. The candles and bath I have. Regulation quarters are a little tight for extensive wine racks, and somehow a fridge full of beer just doesn't have the same ring to it. So Merlot it shall be." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	girlspy 2010-03-12 07:09 am UTC (link)
	"Sounds like a pretty damn good plan to me. How much longer you planning on hanging out here for?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	heytheredelilah 2010-03-12 07:11 am UTC (link)
	"I think my time is about done. I'm just killing time and meeting regs here anyway. Grab your shower, I'll do the same, and my time is all yours?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	girlspy 2010-03-12 07:13 am UTC (link)
	"Excellent. Consider me yours for the evening." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	heytheredelilah 2010-03-12 07:17 am UTC (link)
	He grins impishly, standing up from the weight benches. "That, Miss Dugan, is a dangerous offer to make." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	girlspy 2010-03-12 07:20 am UTC (link)
	"Oh I'm perfectly aware of that, Mr. Childress..." She stood on her tiptoes, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear. "That's why I'm making it." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	heytheredelilah 2010-03-12 07:22 am UTC (link)
	This is going to be fun. "Likes to live dangerously. I will most assuredly keep that in mind." he replies back with a grin and waggle of his brows. "Go get cleaned up, give me a call on private com when you're ready to go. How formal should I dress for dinner, hmm?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	girlspy 2010-03-12 07:29 am UTC (link)
	"Hey if you're going to have fun...might as well live on the edge a little, right?" She grinned. "Will do. And nothing too fancy... nice pair of jeans and a shirt that's clean and not too ratty will do just fine. I'd rather grab a pizza or Chinese than five-star French cuisine." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	heytheredelilah 2010-03-12 07:31 am UTC (link)
	He was prepared to go up or down the ladder as far as is needed. Its showing every sign of being well worth the trouble, and he can clean up when he has to. Even so, mention of jeans and a tee get a grin. "Anything you want as long as you're on the dessert menu." he agrees, tossing a towel over his shoulders, and starting towards the locker room. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	girlspy 2010-03-12 07:38 am UTC (link)
	"I can assure you it'll be one of the best damn desserts you've ever had." She grabbed her water bottle, iPod, and a towel and gave him a quick wink before heading off in the direction of the ladies' locker room. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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