Heavy footfalls but in a quick pass, not quiet running at full alarm but jogging at a constant pace. It wasn't unlike Endmin to feel unfit completely but when he remembers that he was still recovering from years in slumber within the rock on his OMV Dijiang, it was a reality check to keep an eye on is condition. Medics on board were often at his side, looking for the slightest hiccup or pain he was going through, mask or not, but when he shows no signs outside fatigue from being dragged from point A to point B, it was a relief on their shoulders. Just, Endmin didn't like it personally, he knew he could and should take him time relaxing and recuperating but the more he sits still the more he feels like he'll be late for something.
Ever since he woke up even, he's been busy. Fixing and providing safe and reliable factions with Originium fixes. He knew blueprints and factory work like a child knew how to babble. It was just who he was, but still, that didn't mean he should be comfortable with that. Having Wuling in his sights and one of the last places he currently was residing in, he was rather… blown away at how much it grew. Though memories were blurry, vague, missing completely - he felt a sense of pride in it all… but mostly inspiration. Watching the Tianshi and Students push through vigorous tests of one's body and mind, Endmin thought it was good to try it out himself.
Stiff, heavy - his clothing seemingly a part of his flesh at times. He instead donned a new outfit, asked and provided by ENDFIELD and now, he wears it with familiarity. A new start too in his own health. Hence, currently bent at the hips, hands on his knees and lungs burning. It was hard, running without an adrenaline rush blocked with urgency - the burn in his thighs and throat was proof he was very much alive and well, but terribly unfit. Sleeping didn't seem to eat away his muscle mass however, but he did feel numb a bit, as if a film has been on his skin since he was inside, and it was slowly peeling away.
Mask fixed in place, as it was to keep his haywire vitals at bay - it wasn't a burden nor an issue, but it was clammy - so as he took a step aside and settled upon a bench on the long jogging paths. He eased his mask from his features. The cool breeze on his eyelids was nice, and his lashes felt a bit too heavy to raise just yet. So, he enjoyed the breeze where he was, allowing his features some sun, some ease and didn't push himself much more.
