Belasý finished the Currahee in just over forty minutes, a personal best.  Zhanna was quicker but not by much, and the older soldier had the Russian in sight for most of the run.  She closed some of the gap with her usual sprint over the last hundred meters or so.  This was training, not combat, and Bel felt it was important to be able to push herself even when worn out.  Sprinting the end of the run trained her body to reach for her deepest reserves.  She pushed her pace for the run, not so fast that she'd collapse but enough that it wore her out, and the last push invariably left her breathless.

But she didn't get to sit down.  Combat didn't take a break just because you were tired, and flopping down after exercise was bad for you anyhow.  Instead she slowed to a walk and kept moving until her heartbeat was slowed to a reasonable rate.  The captain told the two ladies to get changed and meet up again.  By then she could see Izkry and a few of the others jogging in, though it'd be a couple minutes before they were done yet.  She gave Captain Stevens a brisk salute and turned to head in.

Once again it took her little time to be ready, and she didn't dawdle.  Her brother and the ones he was running with were just jogging up, and she lifted her gaze long enough to meet his before looking away again, tilting her head towards the baracks long enough to let him know what was expected.

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Izkry was winded by the time he dropped to a walk.  He was fit, but six miles was a long way and he didn't have the personal discipline of his sister, nor the drive to improve.  He'd never been able to match her, and he'd always been a little lazy.

He rather missed the luxury of laziness just then.  "Looks like...changing...then back here," he told the other between deep breaths.  He too knew better than to stop all at once, and he offered Kaneda a hand as he paced a little.  "Was good to talk.  And again, well done on the new record.  Don't think anyone will break it, not for a while."  The young man laughed breathlessly, shaking his head with a smile.  If he could take a motorcycle or something, he /might/ be able to beat the insane record.  Maybe.  If there were decent roads that didn't have too many hairpin turns...yeah, no, that record would be staying for a while.