She takes a minute to stretch -- not much, not enough to really feel it, just enough to loosen up her muscles, her knees and ankles. Leaning against the truck to stretch out the long line of her Achilles tendon. "Then we'd better get started."
When he's rubbing in the idea of breaks, as if she might stop before she got to the top. As if having him pacing there next to her wouldn't be enough of a reason to keep going. Muscle burn and fatigue is brief enough, and it's all mental, anyway -- you get there because you want to get there.
And it does look good. Hard, but in the best kind of way. She licks her bottom lip, does a sideways tip of her head towards the path. "Don't worry. I'll keep up."
She always does. And she knows he won't bolt and leave her behind, even if she doesn't run this as fast as he can -- not that she'll try for anything else. Even if her first few steps, running shoes hitting the pavement as she starts for the stairs, are testing, picking up speed and rhythm as she turns into the pathway, knowing Steve will be right there next to her, behind her, will probably move up ahead and take the lead like he's used to doing.
Not that she's going to be setting a shabby pace. Path like this, this kind of slope, it requires momentum, and speed. Go up harder, to get there faster.
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Date: 2013-01-27 01:07 am (UTC)She takes a minute to stretch -- not much, not enough to really feel it, just enough to loosen up her muscles, her knees and ankles. Leaning against the truck to stretch out the long line of her Achilles tendon. "Then we'd better get started."
When he's rubbing in the idea of breaks, as if she might stop before she got to the top. As if having him pacing there next to her wouldn't be enough of a reason to keep going. Muscle burn and fatigue is brief enough, and it's all mental, anyway -- you get there because you want to get there.
And it does look good. Hard, but in the best kind of way. She licks her bottom lip, does a sideways tip of her head towards the path. "Don't worry. I'll keep up."
She always does. And she knows he won't bolt and leave her behind, even if she doesn't run this as fast as he can -- not that she'll try for anything else. Even if her first few steps, running shoes hitting the pavement as she starts for the stairs, are testing, picking up speed and rhythm as she turns into the pathway, knowing Steve will be right there next to her, behind her, will probably move up ahead and take the lead like he's used to doing.
Not that she's going to be setting a shabby pace. Path like this, this kind of slope, it requires momentum, and speed. Go up harder, to get there faster.