After being questioned about her speed for running during that first class with Ford, Rand decided to start running on her own. She loved running and so she spent several days figuring out the quietest deck and the hour at which no one was about. So in the mornings she slipped out, running shoes, long track pants and athletic shirt, hair pulled back in a braid and set off on a run. Even before Randy woke up to make breakfast for the CO/XO. She’d finish her run in enough time to shower, change, and compile the reports. It was quiet and her feet made very little sound in her soft soled running shoes. It was a relief to not have to talk to anyone, to socialize or make odd hand gestures of politeness while she ran. It was like meditating and she could let her mind relax or mull over her work for the day. It didn’t matter, the ship was quiet, the corridor empty and she ran.
Yeoman Rand