Summary: Smart does not mean weak
Words: 446
For: Shirubie requested Brains and July 27th (weight lifting)
It was not the Tracy Island lounge that got the most foot traffic by the inhabitants of the villa. It was their training room. It housed their weight-lifting and cardio equipment, along with a few bags for boxing, and a large space of the floor reserved for sparring with Kayo. While many of the Tracys preferred to exercise outside of the room as well – Scott with his beach runs, Gordon with his AM laps, and Virgil with his long hikes along the cleared jungle trails – the training room was just another facet of the Tracy home where the magic happened.
Except instead of machines, it was where they challenged their body's limitations and maintained their physiques. At least that was the preferred purpose of the training room. Too often the left corner was converted into physio central, and that always put the rest of the island on edge.
In any case, the training room was a hub of activity, which is why Brains avoided it like the plaque during the day. His lab was enough to keep him busy, thank you very much.
But he did still use the training room; he just waited until midnight.
He knew the Tracys would never compare or judge him, but it was ever so hard to concentrate with them around, and just like his experiments he needed to focus when counting his reps.
Hydrogen
Helium
Lithium
Beryllium
Boron
Working on his back muscles had been Scott's idea. The work he did for TI often kept him leaning of a desk for hours at a time, just like Brains could often get lost documenting his theories and experiments. But where Scott already had a routine to work out his muscles (and sometimes rescues did that for him), he thought Brains could really benefit from some time in the gym. It was suggested kindly and followed up by a message in his email with a video on where to start.
Next five – Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon.
"Mind if I join?" John, his hologram blinking in, gripped a set of dumbbells in his hands. His space friend's sleep schedule was as off standard as it could get, and Brains didn't mind John's company during his exercises.
"John? How's the World?"
"I'm watching a hurricane, but so far, quiet."
Brains nodded, breathing into the next set and glancing in John's direction to pick up the count with Sodium.
They didn't discuss what number they could lift – instead, for the two scientists, their time in late night gym was for catching up on the recent news and discoveries of their peers.
The names of the elements dissolved as they settled into their routines.
