Cursing the rain, you make your way downtown on foot and head into the local gym, signing in at the front desk before tossing your rain jacket into a locker. You come across Valerie upstairs on the cardio floor, jogging along casually on one of the treadmills. At least casual for an equine anthro. Most other species would be hard pressed to match her pace without dropping to all fours and sprinting. Valerie reaches for her sport bottle, taking a drink before dropping it back in the cupholder, never breaking her stride. She glances over briefly as you step onto the next treadmill over on her right.