The Gym - Tuesday Morning

[my-names-max.livejournal.com]

Max had been going running, which was all well and good, but she decided it was time for her to become acquainted with the gym.

She found it early Tuesday morning and began running drills with the punching bag.


[open, as gyms tend to be]

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[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen sent another quick flurry of punches at the dummy not bag, hi, pretend that said dummy up there before turning to look at Max. "How'd you end up here, anyway? Getting away from something too?"

[my-names-max.livejournal.com]

"You could say that," Max said. "Though I didn't realize I was traveling back in time a few years."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Me neither," Jen agreed. "Well, I didn't know when or where I was going to end up when I took off. I just wasn't going to break my promise to . . . to remember."

[my-names-max.livejournal.com]

Max frowned a little. "Sounds like it was a bad situation you left behind."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"It didn't used to be," Jen said cryptically. "Then the blinders came off."

[my-names-max.livejournal.com]

Funny. Max could actually relate to that. It was the whole not knowing what she was missing until she had it phenomenon.

"I understand that better than you'd think."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen scrutinized her for several moments, then nodded, choosing -- for now at least -- to believe her.

"The future kind of sucks."

[my-names-max.livejournal.com]

Max nodded. "I totally agree."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"I'm Jen, by the way." She wiped her hands off on the towel she'd scrounged from the laundry room, and held one out.

[my-names-max.livejournal.com]

"Max," she replied, shaking the offered hand.