Hawaii 5-0 fic: Perspectives
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sealieRating: gen
Warning: bigotted POV in one 'chapterette'
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: writing for fun and not for profit
Beta: Springwoof gave it a looksee, because she is awesome that way.
Comments:
1) British English spelling
2) Sentinel AU fusion in the ‘Uhane universe
3) OC POVs'
'kay this is a little fic that popped into my mind. I'm not 100% sure I want to put it on A03. It works, imo, as short 'chapters'; so I think that i'll extend it through the comments like the WIP BH fic.
Warning: bigotted POV in one 'chapterette'
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: writing for fun and not for profit
Beta: Springwoof gave it a looksee, because she is awesome that way.
Comments:
1) British English spelling
2) Sentinel AU fusion in the ‘Uhane universe
3) OC POVs'
'kay this is a little fic that popped into my mind. I'm not 100% sure I want to put it on A03. It works, imo, as short 'chapters'; so I think that i'll extend it through the comments like the WIP BH fic.
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Date: 2017-09-22 07:00 am (UTC)Lucy sighed. He was gorgeous and so unobtainable. He was also in excellent shape. He was jogging like he had all the energy in the world. He wasn’t even breathing hard.
Why? Sweat was dripping down her back. Her new sports bra was crushing her to death and her thighs were squeaking.
“Hello, Commander McGarrett.” Lucy managed a little wave, even if it threw her off balance. Grace was so lucky to live with Commander McGarrett, even if it was only at weekends.
“Lucy.” Commander McGarrett sailed past her on the running trail.
He was perfect.
Lucy continued doggedly along. When did this become fun? Easy? Something that was enjoyable? When O’ahu was engulfed by boiling hot lava?
“Hey, Lucy.” Commander McGarrett had reversed and was running at her side.
Lucy didn’t breathe for five steps and then had to wheeze.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“‘mander,” she wheezed.
“Slow down a fraction.” Commander McGarrett slowed his own pace.
She didn’t have the breath to disagree. And he was so commanding, she slowed down.
“You want some advice? Running advice?” he asked.
She would take any advice that Commander McGarrett gave her.
“Firstly, you need to slow down.”
Lucy glanced up at him, confused. Wasn’t the whole point to run?
He smiled down. “It’s not a race, kiddo. You’re going to exhaust yourself before you get anywhere.”
“Huh.”
“Shorten your running stride. Don’t stretch out as much.”
Lucy tried. Commander McGarrett was almost walking now, not running, at her side. It was kind of embarrassing—here she was dying of exhaustion, and he was ambling.
“Looking good. Humans are endurance predators. When you run or, more accurately, jog right, you can keep this up all day.”
“Endurance predators?” she managed between gasps.
“It’s an interesting theory called the Endurance Running Hypothesis. Long story short, we evolved – we have biomechanical adaptations related to long distance running. Endurance running means we’re better at scavenging and persistence hunting.”
“There’s theories about running?” Lucy wheezed.
“Hypotheses.” Commander McGarrett laughed. He had perfect teeth -- perfect everything. “I’ll email a couple of papers to Gracie and she can ping them on to you.”
They ran a little further. The warm air was starting to dry the perspiration on her face.
“So, one, you need to run slower, and, two, you have to modify your foot strikes. The ball of your foot should hit the ground and keep your toes tilted a little downwards.”
Lucy tried and stumbled. Commander McGarrett caught her elbow.
“Careful.”
OMG – touching. But it felt just like her granddad. He let go and ran a little forwards.
“Toes tilted down a little, and then move back to the heel.” He demonstrated. “But your heel doesn’t fully touch the ground. If it does, you’re running too slow. And three, rhythm -- rhythm is important.”
Lucy wasn’t feeling it, but the slower pace was amazing.
Commander McGarrett had reversed and was jogging backwards, allowing Lucy to catch up. He was so far out of her league he may have well been on the moon. Maybe she could become an astronaut? First person on the moon, sounded pretty cool.
“There’s a whole lot of science behind running. Foot placement. About how you use your back, hips and legs. Then how you position your head, shoulders and arms. Breathing -- breathing is the most important. But let’s get your feet and pacing sorted out first before going onto the other stuff.”
It was a lot to take in.
“It’s okay, we won’t do it all at once.”
“Lessons?” Lucy said horrified.
Commander McGarrett laughed again. “Gracie and I run on Sunday mornings. You’re welcome to join us. Check with your mom. Gracie will text you. Remember slower pace, think about your feet, and remember to breathe.”
He bounced on his back heel, and changed direction, running forwards instead of backwards, continuing the way that he had been going originally. He sailed past her at his own pace, which was about a hundred times faster than Lucy’s.
“See you later, kiddo.”
“Bye, Commander!” she hollered belatedly. What had she just let herself in for? Sunday mornings – they were for lying in.
But if she wanted to join the Pan North Navy when she got older, she had to be in shape, and what better way than learning from a Navy SEAL?
She’d better check with Grace first, to make sure that she was okay with her honing in on Grace’s Commander Steve time.
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