Gymnasium
Who: Spock, Charlene, and anyone else who just feels like it
Where: Gymnasium-Deck 12
When: Evening
Warnings: informal attire? (now nc17 cause apparently we can't help ourselves.)
Sometimes strenuous activity in the form of physical exercise was nearly as good for stress as meditation. Despite the large size of the Enterprise, it still felt a little cooped up when compared to the vast stretches of red desert on Vulcan. Sometimes it was nice just to run, letting the rhythm of footfalls and regulated breathing block out everything else.
Being off duty, Spock didn't bother with wearing his uniform. Instead he chose to wear something that actually released heat and didn't trap it in. A faded gray Starfleet t-shirt from the academy and track pants looked ridiculous on him, but it wasn't as though he was there to look good. He always had a hard time finding a comfortably neutral temperature for himself aboard the ship.
The first time he had worked out in the gym he had had to reset the track for himself, finding the pre-programmed selections too sluggish. His warm up was a full half hour flat out run, nearly completed, and he began to slow as he took a quick reading of his pulse and breath rate. The facilities were varied, and he glanced out over the gym floor as he tried to decide what he would complete his routine with.
Where: Gymnasium-Deck 12
When: Evening
Warnings: informal attire? (now nc17 cause apparently we can't help ourselves.)
Sometimes strenuous activity in the form of physical exercise was nearly as good for stress as meditation. Despite the large size of the Enterprise, it still felt a little cooped up when compared to the vast stretches of red desert on Vulcan. Sometimes it was nice just to run, letting the rhythm of footfalls and regulated breathing block out everything else.
Being off duty, Spock didn't bother with wearing his uniform. Instead he chose to wear something that actually released heat and didn't trap it in. A faded gray Starfleet t-shirt from the academy and track pants looked ridiculous on him, but it wasn't as though he was there to look good. He always had a hard time finding a comfortably neutral temperature for himself aboard the ship.
The first time he had worked out in the gym he had had to reset the track for himself, finding the pre-programmed selections too sluggish. His warm up was a full half hour flat out run, nearly completed, and he began to slow as he took a quick reading of his pulse and breath rate. The facilities were varied, and he glanced out over the gym floor as he tried to decide what he would complete his routine with.