Enterprise gym - morning (open)
Bones hated running.
Except for when maybe he didn't.
He knew it was a good form of keeping in shape, if one had decent knees, and he'd counseled it for many patients who needed to keep in shape and reduce stress, but he himself never got into it, preferring hitting the bag and lifting.
But Bones had run a few mornings on the beach, wanting to see how far their privacy extended, and after he'd jogged a couple miles down and made his way back he was surprised how good it felt, the quick dip in the ocean feeling even better, so the next morning he found himself alone he did it again. Then once more, before they left, the sand providing a resistance he'd heard about but never experienced on his own.
He shouldn't have been surprised when after couple mornings back on ship, he felt that need to go run again. He picked up an earpiece and loaded some music and spent an hour in the gym, running in circles on the small track, his mind filled with thoughts and memories... mentally checking his sickbay inventory and Kirk and wondering what to do about Kirk's family and when they were going to see Spock and the other Jim again and Kirk and where were the new people coming from and Joanna and Kirk...
The tedious motions somehow settled his thoughts, allowing him to filter them into neater folders in his head, organizing and prioritizing and a few just plain pornographic thoughts about Kirk.
After he was done, he sat down on the ground at stretched, drinking water and resting on the ground, and as he lay there he swore he could feel the ship moving underneath him.
Except for when maybe he didn't.
He knew it was a good form of keeping in shape, if one had decent knees, and he'd counseled it for many patients who needed to keep in shape and reduce stress, but he himself never got into it, preferring hitting the bag and lifting.
But Bones had run a few mornings on the beach, wanting to see how far their privacy extended, and after he'd jogged a couple miles down and made his way back he was surprised how good it felt, the quick dip in the ocean feeling even better, so the next morning he found himself alone he did it again. Then once more, before they left, the sand providing a resistance he'd heard about but never experienced on his own.
He shouldn't have been surprised when after couple mornings back on ship, he felt that need to go run again. He picked up an earpiece and loaded some music and spent an hour in the gym, running in circles on the small track, his mind filled with thoughts and memories... mentally checking his sickbay inventory and Kirk and wondering what to do about Kirk's family and when they were going to see Spock and the other Jim again and Kirk and where were the new people coming from and Joanna and Kirk...
The tedious motions somehow settled his thoughts, allowing him to filter them into neater folders in his head, organizing and prioritizing and a few just plain pornographic thoughts about Kirk.
After he was done, he sat down on the ground at stretched, drinking water and resting on the ground, and as he lay there he swore he could feel the ship moving underneath him.