Gym, Wednesday Early Afternoon

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Class had, as usual, left Jen in a restless and edgy mood and thus in need of a fairly harmless way to work it off -- thus a trip down to the gym. A workout was usually a fairly effective way to let off steam, although the continued lack of actual workout gear blunted that effect a bit, as Time Force uniforms, while designed to allow for a full range of motion, weren't the most comfortable thing in which to work up a sweat. (There was a certain amount of catharsis to be had in blaster fire, sure, but the controlled environment of a shooting range negated it.)

After a quick and maybe less than thorough warmup, Jen wasted no time in taping up her hands and going after the heavy bag, hard, hands, feet, elbows, and knees; it wasn't too long before the slightly muted sounds of impact echoed off the walls of the gym along with her grunts and yells -- those as much out of pent-up frustration as of physical exertion. Other things might be complicated and frustrating, but this at least she understood with no trouble.

[OOC: Open in that gym-ly way. ]