Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Gym- Stretching Oneself

Posted by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton (Scientist) in Gym- Stretching Oneself

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Gym- Stretching Oneself
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IC:
Everyday for at least an hour, Cori did physiotherapy. Sometimes it was active exercise, sometimes stretches, sometimes massage to relieve soreness from mucles unused to doing, well, anything. As much as it was about getting her fully in shape and able to pass a fitness test for duty, Cori had her own personal goal that she was clear about from the start: she wanted to dance again.

Her old holographic body could do any move flawlessly, better than any prima ballerina. But it was fake. There was no exertion, no effort required to hold a pose using a strong core. There was no tension between the lifting of her front body and the grounding of her back body that held her tall and straight in space. After so many years in the computer she had forgotten what any of that was like.

Now though, she was remembering.

Cori stood in the matted area near the weights that had mirrors lining the all so people could monitor their form. There also happened to be a barre. So it was here that Corinne Dalton stood in second position with one hand on the barre and she very slowly bent her knees outward, held the position and then lifted. She repeated this every few seconds, focusing on drawing her abdominal muscles inward and keeping her spine straight, her shoulder back and down.

~Corinne Dalton

Brad had come into the gym that morning planning on a simple arm workout, until he saw the solitary figure at the back. Lt. Dalton. He suppressed a grimace, still not entirely comfortable with how she’d come to join the crew, but decided to be welcoming and friendly.

“You know, I thought it was a rule that ballerinas always had to wear the tutu,” he said with a teasing grin as he approached her, picking up a couple of light hand weights from a rack on his way over.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Cori couldn’t help but grin. “Depends on the setting. Warmups and basic exercises don’t demand it. But just you wait. Give me some time to build up some skills and there’ll be a tutu.” She dipped into the plié, straining a little as she focused on her core muscles to draw her back up. It was harder than it used to be, and not because of her holographic years.

“I’m Corinne. Cori, if you like,” she said, holding out her free hand to him.

~Corinne Dalton

“Brad,” he replied, taking her hand for a brief shake. “Not a nickname, my parents couldn’t be bothered to give me an extra syllable.”

She chuckled as they dropped their hands. “that’s okay, my birth name had three syllables and the only bit of that name I use now if the middle name. It’s one syllable too?”

“You’re working on your core, then?”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Dalton bobbed her head. “Yes, though working every muscle group as equally as I can. A lot of the barre exercises focus on corps and leg work, but arms are important too. It’s amazing ho hard it is to hold your arms in one position when you haven’t done so for a long time. And you think to yourself, but they’re just arms, they’re not that heavy. But tell that to my body,” she said with a sparkle in her vivid blue eyes.

~Corinne Dalton

“It’s amazing how hard it can be to hold your arms in one position even when you have done so for a long time,” Brad replied. “Especially if that one position is above your head. Your heart doesn’t like being forced to work harder to make your blood defy gravity and get all the way up to your fingertips.”

He raised his right hand above his head in demonstration, still holding one of the small weights. “I can probably hold this for about two minutes… then again, it’s been ages since I had to actually seek attention to be called on, so I’m just slightly out of practice,” he said with a small grin.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Dalton chuckled and grinned back. “Well, you’re not alone.” She reached her hands out to her sides, her fingers unfurling with a controlled grace. She bent her knees and dipped into a a plié, her arms coming down and crossing in front of her, helping her to drive her body upwards as her legs straightened.

“You’re one of the senior staff, correct?” she asked.

~Corinne Dalton