okay, it's time [[ota]]
There's really no excuse anymore for Erica to not be running every morning in the village. Madeline is a good reason why not, but now that she sleeps later, there's not a lot of ways to get out of it. She does like it when she's in the habit, it's simply getting there again.
Donning a pair of running shorts and one of her FBI shirts, she ties her hair in a ponytail. After using the hotel steps to stretch, she's off, starting at a leisurely jog before moving up to a full on run. Then, she switches back to jogging, and after about three miles she stops, hands on her knees.
Of course, she forgot water. And of course, she didn't stop anywhere near the hotel. Erica shakes her head at herself, using the edge of her shirt to wipe off her forehead. It's already hot outside, and she stands up straight, hands on her hips as she walks slowly to cool down, back toward the hotel.
Donning a pair of running shorts and one of her FBI shirts, she ties her hair in a ponytail. After using the hotel steps to stretch, she's off, starting at a leisurely jog before moving up to a full on run. Then, she switches back to jogging, and after about three miles she stops, hands on her knees.
Of course, she forgot water. And of course, she didn't stop anywhere near the hotel. Erica shakes her head at herself, using the edge of her shirt to wipe off her forehead. It's already hot outside, and she stands up straight, hands on her hips as she walks slowly to cool down, back toward the hotel.