I love to travel and I love to run. This is something I’m not shy about (and have probably showed repeatedly on this website). With that being said, at times, both can become burdensome.
While running when abroad, you become a spectacle. People will stare, children will run after you and cars will swerve at you unintentionally while trying to digest the sight of your foreign body blazing through their streets.
With that being said, I’ve picked up a possibly bad habit of running at night, on dark roads, with no headlamp. Though this may not be the best idea, sometimes it makes lacing up the shoes easier, knowing I don’t have to deal with the added pressures from above.
On my run the previous evening, I had an interesting experience. I left my hostel and turned on to a main road, which quickly became decently deserted and very poorly lit. At this moment, I thought about how this could be any small city in any country in the world.
