The wind howled along the way, all but threatening to send Alisa's hat flying right off. Unlike the warm but mellow late summer days they'd been getting, today had been windy through and through, bordering on stormy. In spite of out somewhat sunny, in a way that Alisa almost considered the wind would help keep her temperature down all the way through her morning run. It did, but then, she wound up not needing it at all. Tight but fresh, her choice of clothes aimed at protecting her against the strong winds in front and searing sun overhead, a difficult balance to achieve, but that didn't really stop her from trying: Tight sporting shorts and fully zipped track jacket, protecting her upper body while keeping her long, shapely legs cool through the stenuous physical exercise.
That said, keeping her body heat from rising too far meant increasing that of onlookers - mostly men but still quite a few women - turning heads and following her every movement as she walked past them. There weren't too many of them though, not when Alisa, a natural early riser, had gotten up especially early today, when the morning dew yet dotted leaves and a thin veil of mist cloaked the horizon; the cool air turning her warm breath into small puffs of condensation with every breath exhaled. She still kept a surprisingly steady control over it though, despite having been running around Hargeon for a good few, since the sun started rising from the horizon.
As it trailed higher and higher towards its zenith, the heat too got harder and harder to bear, to the point even the strong winds hardly managed to keep the exercising Alisa well and truly cool. The hated shaded her eyes from against the light, certainly, yet did nothing to stop the puddling sweat from trailing down her face and legs, and leaving her upper body almost completely drenched, with deep, dark stains on her jacket. Thankfully, she'd worn a swimsuit under it. Sure, she didn't really plan on using said swimsuit as a not so creative way of dealing with a sweaty body, but rather she honestly expected to take a dip in the pool after she was done running...
"...Not yet though...", she thought out loud to herself inbetween panting breaths, such a strong burn coursing through her legs she could barely feel them at all. Alas, she was used to this feeling, she could still run for hours even past the point she stopped feeling her legs, like any good marathon runner.
Her training was far from over, after all, she only get so far with physical attributes alone... In more ways that one. More so than equipment or the sword she'd broken and had yet to replace, she needed spells. More, new and stronger spells that could save her hide in a pinch, even against opponents she couldn't beat. Survival was paramount, at least until she had fulfilled her quest: The dead can't avenge anybody.