Post by Vice Admiral Nyoko Honda on Mar 13, 2013 0:50:03 GMT -5
Nyoko stepped off the turbo-lift in her typical Saturday route dressed in a pair of black nylon athletic pants, a gray tank top, and bottle of water in her hand. She reached the Holodeck and she pressed the button to let herself in. The room was black with golden wire lines framing out it is dimensions and then she turned too computer mechanism that was part of the archway she stood under.
“Computer, load Okinawa 002,” She commanded.
Within an instant the black room shifted to a small mountain suburban town that reminded her just like home. It was a tall mountain island scape, and oceanic views and widing mountain roads. The very same roads she’d like to ride her motorbike on. Though today Nyoko wasn’t’ doing her work out.
She started off down one of the roads in jog. She jogged along the twisting roads in what must have been hour and half. She was making good time too as she always did and in the thick moist pacific air her lips found mouth of the water bottle several times. Her run took her up Mount Ona and down the other side for a good five mile loop. Then it was another quarter mile through the town and then down the steps to the beach.
When she arrived on the beach she took a break to sit in the sand and watch the waves crash on the shore. Then drew back out to sea and all along she watched basking in the sunlight. After she had a bit of a rest she went into her routine her routine first jump roping and then some pushups. Nyoko dropped to the ground and got into form and started to push herself up using her upper body muscles. She blew past the first few sets with little problem. Though during her second set she felt the soreness become more apparent. Then in the third set it was very clear the pushups were causing her more paint then she wanted tolerate. She stopped immediately halfway through her sets and rolled over on her back looking up at the sky.
After she caught her breath she sat up in the sand. She took her hand and pressed down on her chest bit and winced slightly. It confused her quite a bit and in the past she would blow through her workout repetitions with little to no ware on any muscles. It all was so very disconcerting and although she had an idea what it might have been. She discounts that because it didn’t make any sense when matched up with the facts. She shrugged it decided to dismiss the pain as being result of fatigue. After all they’ve been on assignment non-stop since the left port 6 months ago. The 12 hour work days, seven days a week certainly ware on you she concluded.
“Computer, End program.” She commanded.
Then in an instant the sandy beach, the Japanese mountain island vanished and the room was black with gold frame outlining it. She walked the archways tired from her work out. The doors parted and she slipped out into hallways the Ayanami heading for her quarters and a well needed shower.
“Computer, load Okinawa 002,” She commanded.
Within an instant the black room shifted to a small mountain suburban town that reminded her just like home. It was a tall mountain island scape, and oceanic views and widing mountain roads. The very same roads she’d like to ride her motorbike on. Though today Nyoko wasn’t’ doing her work out.
She started off down one of the roads in jog. She jogged along the twisting roads in what must have been hour and half. She was making good time too as she always did and in the thick moist pacific air her lips found mouth of the water bottle several times. Her run took her up Mount Ona and down the other side for a good five mile loop. Then it was another quarter mile through the town and then down the steps to the beach.
When she arrived on the beach she took a break to sit in the sand and watch the waves crash on the shore. Then drew back out to sea and all along she watched basking in the sunlight. After she had a bit of a rest she went into her routine her routine first jump roping and then some pushups. Nyoko dropped to the ground and got into form and started to push herself up using her upper body muscles. She blew past the first few sets with little problem. Though during her second set she felt the soreness become more apparent. Then in the third set it was very clear the pushups were causing her more paint then she wanted tolerate. She stopped immediately halfway through her sets and rolled over on her back looking up at the sky.
After she caught her breath she sat up in the sand. She took her hand and pressed down on her chest bit and winced slightly. It confused her quite a bit and in the past she would blow through her workout repetitions with little to no ware on any muscles. It all was so very disconcerting and although she had an idea what it might have been. She discounts that because it didn’t make any sense when matched up with the facts. She shrugged it decided to dismiss the pain as being result of fatigue. After all they’ve been on assignment non-stop since the left port 6 months ago. The 12 hour work days, seven days a week certainly ware on you she concluded.
“Computer, End program.” She commanded.
Then in an instant the sandy beach, the Japanese mountain island vanished and the room was black with gold frame outlining it. She walked the archways tired from her work out. The doors parted and she slipped out into hallways the Ayanami heading for her quarters and a well needed shower.