In my Canadian life, I was pretty active. I’m not an athlete by any means, but I was part of a few running/activity groups and usually training for some kind of race or something. Never anything too hard core, just aiming to finish.
I liked to be active, mainly through running. I’ve never been one to run on a treadmill (I spend enough time inside all day) and I live near some great trails that are available all year-round. I found running enjoyable, a form of therapy, and very stress releiving. Whatever happened during the day was usually cured by a run. I loved getting outdoors, regardless of the weather.
And.....then I moved here. And my running options are basically a treadmill (can't mention how much I hate these) or, basically a 1000m track around the camp.
As you can see, this track has about fourty houses along side it. On any given night, there are between five and fifteen people sitting outside smoking, watching me run by again, and again, and again... And the ...