Since her personal debacle on P8X-873 had ended up turning her upper left arm into one bigass scar, Joey had decided it was time to avoid further potential third-degree burns by getting back into shape. Two years of not keeping up with a decent fitness regimen had officially come to an end in the past week as Davidson hopped right back into the workouts she used to go through daily before joining the SGC. It was kicking her ass right now, but constantly being out of breath for the first month would be worth it when she was able to actually outrun the next stupid staff blast.
This weekend in particular had been one long slog of gym time and long runs so far, and right now Joey was in the middle of a jog that had been going on way too long for her to remember. Blast enough 80’s music into your ears and you can forget where you are and what time it is pretty easily, as it turned out, though even some cranked-up Queen blowing through her headphones wasn’t enough to keep her from gradually slowing down. In fact, her jog was starting to approach something more akin to a walk that wanted to be a real run when it grew up one day.
Okay, okay. Break time. Panting rather noticeably, Joey came to a stop right in front of a certain pancake restaurant, and planted her ass on the first bench that she saw. Once she was off her feet, she reached down to her waist and pulled out a water bottle that was quick fifty percent lighter; rule number one was Cardio, and rule number two was Hydration.
She paused to turn around at look at the establishment she’d stopped in front of. Hm. Had been a while since she’d stopped into one of these places, though certainly not because the food was bad. Moreover it was due to a combination of committing accidental treason and being in the SGC’s Infirmary with a nasty burn. Said wound was, against the better judgement of just about everyone, currently undressed and exposed by her tank top for all the world to see. Nobody probably wanted to see the burnt, scraggly flesh that had come to cover her entire arm, but Joey herself didn’t much like the idea of some wrap getting soaked in sweat and pressing those fluids into the wound, sealed though it may now have been.
It wouldn’t be good for her at all. She needed to be eating better, less fatty food, more exercise. Pancakes were a step in entirely the wrong direction for these improvements she was trying to implement. Plus, with her temporary pay reduction, she needed to be eating cheaper than normal so as to still be able to pay for things like, say, her rent. There was absolutely no good reason for her to even consider stopping her run to go inside and stuff her face with pancakes.
”Ah, fuck it.”
So much for her diet, at least temporarily. The captain hopped up to her feet and shuffled over inside the restaurant, running one hand through short hair that was currently sticky with sweat. The greeter was polite to her as she entered, probably with great effort considering Joey looked like hell with her workout gear and massive scar, to say nothing of how bad she must have smelled. Before she could be led to a seat, however, she spotted a certain medic already hanging out at one of the tables. Hell, this was good timing after all. Her shoulders dropped slightly in relief that at least one person would know her face while shambling over to greet Blake.
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