Another day, and hopefully back into a normal routine. Training today is easy, too: a 5k run, just around the block and back again. At this point, that's such an easy run that it almost seems like a waste to go through all the trouble of binding and wrapping and all that jazz.<br/><br/>Still, she goes through the routine. Short shower, fresh athlete's tape to bind with, full 15 minutes of stretching, and then a quick half-hour run. And once she gets back... it's all downhill from there. Off with the bindings, off with the running gear, off with the gloves and the tape. After yesterday, all she wants to do is sit back and relax, and as such she dresses accordingly. Comfy cotton panties, even comfier shorts, and without Taggart to send her a job, she shouldn't need anything more.<br/><br/>Of course, now she has all this time, and no idea what to do with it... she re-heats the leftover chinese from the night before (thankfully, the drones had put it in the fridge the night before), and sits down at the console in her living room to pay her bills, before checking through any emails she may have missed the day and night before...