Post by Libby on Jul 22, 2008 7:40:15 GMT -5
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
Her legs pumping, her arms bent and moving in time at her sides, Libby powerwalked along one of the trails through the park. It felt good, that slow burn in her muscles and her lungs, the light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Discomforts for some but enjoyable to her. When she was working out it was the only time she ever felt truly in control. She got to choose what to do, where to go, how fast to run, when to stop, when to breathe. It was all up to her, she was in control of all of it. She was in control of everything. She was in control.
Today, this was exactly what she needed. Lately, she had been feeling less and less in control. Ever since the Oceanic survivors had checked in to the Roosevelt things had been... strange. There was just an odd feeling around them, an aura, that made her want to avoid them more than any other guests she had ever encountered. Especially that one man...
She had seen him before, she recognised him, and it was he that she avoided the most. He had been at Santa Rosa while she had been there. She didn’t want him to recognise her, to know about her supposed ‘mental instability’. It was bad enough that her coworkers all called her crazy, she didn’t need the guests doing the same thing. She had to wonder, though, if he hadn’t already seen her and recognised her. She could have swore a few times that she had caught him trying to follow her, even call out her name. Good thing she knew the hotel like the back of her hand and knew just where to go to disappear quickly.
Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
She needed to clear her mind. Dwelling on these things only made her feel anxious. She had another appointment in a few days with her doctor and she had to be in top mental shape. Or she could just take her medication right before going in. She was supposed to take it daily, but she wasn’t crazy. She didn’t need it. It was an unnecessary caution and she hated medication. It wasn’t healthy, not like good food and exercise.
Her ponytail bouncing from side to side as she walked, Libby barely slowed down as she uncapped the water bottle she held and took a few short sips between breaths. Putting the cap back on she continued until she reached the fountain. Stopping at its side she set the bottle down and started stretching to cool down.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
Her legs pumping, her arms bent and moving in time at her sides, Libby powerwalked along one of the trails through the park. It felt good, that slow burn in her muscles and her lungs, the light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Discomforts for some but enjoyable to her. When she was working out it was the only time she ever felt truly in control. She got to choose what to do, where to go, how fast to run, when to stop, when to breathe. It was all up to her, she was in control of all of it. She was in control of everything. She was in control.
Today, this was exactly what she needed. Lately, she had been feeling less and less in control. Ever since the Oceanic survivors had checked in to the Roosevelt things had been... strange. There was just an odd feeling around them, an aura, that made her want to avoid them more than any other guests she had ever encountered. Especially that one man...
She had seen him before, she recognised him, and it was he that she avoided the most. He had been at Santa Rosa while she had been there. She didn’t want him to recognise her, to know about her supposed ‘mental instability’. It was bad enough that her coworkers all called her crazy, she didn’t need the guests doing the same thing. She had to wonder, though, if he hadn’t already seen her and recognised her. She could have swore a few times that she had caught him trying to follow her, even call out her name. Good thing she knew the hotel like the back of her hand and knew just where to go to disappear quickly.
Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
She needed to clear her mind. Dwelling on these things only made her feel anxious. She had another appointment in a few days with her doctor and she had to be in top mental shape. Or she could just take her medication right before going in. She was supposed to take it daily, but she wasn’t crazy. She didn’t need it. It was an unnecessary caution and she hated medication. It wasn’t healthy, not like good food and exercise.
Her ponytail bouncing from side to side as she walked, Libby barely slowed down as she uncapped the water bottle she held and took a few short sips between breaths. Putting the cap back on she continued until she reached the fountain. Stopping at its side she set the bottle down and started stretching to cool down.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
