Dr. Dana Scully looked down at her garmin watch, she had been running for 35 minutes. She finally settled into a comfortable rhythm and her heart rate was steady at 130 beats per minute. She was making good time and was pleasantly surprised at her current pace. She loved her early morning runs right before the sun peeked over the vast earthen desert. She quickly learned her fair skin regulated best to either late evening or early morning runs. Today would have to be an early morning run, it would be a busy day at the clinic and most likely keep her working well into the evening.
She recently started wearing her running tights and a beanie to keep her warm, the temperature had dropped significantly, and would continue to do so in the coming months. The earth was red and dry beneath her feet and with her destination in sight, she quickened her pace.
She finished her run in just under an hour and her watch informed her she completed six miles. Not bad Dana, she thought. The trailer she called home for the last three months was a beacon of white against the red clay earth. By the time she reached her door her breathing was normal and she was already peeling off her warm layers. She had half an hour to eat, shower, and get dressed for her day. She decided against breakfast for a french pressed cup of coffee, and she vowed to herself she would have a good lunch to make up for the calorie deficit. As she drank her coffee she started to catalog her day in her head.
Clinic hours started first thing on Fridays, 8:00 am. At noon, she had an afternoon school visit, then back to the clinic from 2:00-7:00 pm, then it was paperwork till late evening. Shedding more clothes, she made her way to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and suddenly remembered she had a new doctor intake today, a psychiatrist. Shit, I don't have time today, she said under her breath, worried about all the things she had scheduled on her calendar.
She stepped into the shower, calmed her thoughts and remembered how she fought to have a mental health specialist at the clinic; the need was high and she was inadequately trained to handle the increased numbers of mental health needs that presented at the clinic. This was a good thing, she reminded herself, but for the life of her she couldn't remember his name. She made a mental note, to make sure to check her email on her phone to review the doctor's qualifications and CV. What was his name, it was an animal, she remembered… Wolf?
Dana finished her shower, picked up her watch from the bathroom sink, latched it to her wrist and checked the time. She smiled, she was right on schedule. She had fifteen minutes to finish getting ready. She made her way to the back of the trailer which housed the only bedroom. She slid on a pair of jeans and slipped on an emerald green long sleeve cotton shirt. She dressed for practicality and comfort these days. Making her way back into the bathroom, she finished her morning make-up routine which consisted of a strong SPF face cream, lip-gloss and waterproof mascara. Practicality dictated her beauty routine as well. She gathered her long red locks up into a ponytail and moved into the small living space, sat on the couch, and slipped on her sneakers.
She collected her phone, jacket, keys and bottled water then she took one final look around to make sure she didn't forget anything. Dana looked down at her watch, 7:45, right on time. Turning around, she pushed the front door open and stepped out into the cool desert of the Navajo Nation reservation. She hoisted herself into her jeep, turned the key in the ignition, pressing the clutch down and shifting into reverse, she suddenly remembered.
Fox! Dr. Fox Mulder.