I hate running. This is due to the feeling I get after a do it for a while – kind of a cross between feeling the need to vomit and pass out at the same time. I will also, without fail, get a least one side-splitting abdominal cramp. And did I mention I have bad knees?
In high school I always avoided the sports that required long periods of running at practice; field hockey, softball, track – not to mention cross-country which seemed like a fate worse than death. I did, however, play soccer for a season and funny enough we didn’t run much…maybe that’s why we didn’t win much either.
But here in Durbs I can sometimes be seen on streets of my ‘hood participating in my most favourite activity. The reasoning behind this seemingly absurd choice of self-torture can be explained using simple “mathematics”:
Sitting at desk all day + No Gym Access = Fat Ass.
Sitting at desk all day + Periodic Running = At least not feeling like Fat Ass.
Running on the streets of Durban can actually be dangerous, although not for the reasons that Durban is usually dangerous (like muggings, car-jackings and other forms of violent crime) but because people here CANNOT DRIVE. I mean I’ve seen some pretty bad driving in my day in several different countries, not to mention at home in the US. Where my own brother for instance has had his driver’s license suspended since 2003. So let’s just say I’ve got some experience.
But at least under the circumstances in my recent memory the bad driving can be attributed to one or more causal factors:
1.) Being in a hurry. Examples: Most bad drivers in the US.
2.) Being an asshole/ Having Road Rage. Example: Me on the PA Turnpike after I get cut off by someone from Jersey.
3.) Lack of proper driver training. Examples: Most bad drivers in the developing world.
4.) Lack of traffic laws and traffic law enforcement. Examples: Developing world again and Europe.
5.) Pure stupidity. Example: My Brother.
It seems to me that there is evidence here in SA of all the above mentioned causal factors. The disturbing thing is the psychotic and sometimes homocidal nature of bad driving in South Africa. It’s like they want to hit you – even when you’re standing on the sidewalk!
I have the bad habit of stepping off the curb onto the edge of the street when I’m waiting to cross. But I’ve become a bit more patient recently since I realized that careening drivers seem to see this as a perfect opportunity to take me out and add a notch to their Dead Pedestrian Belts.
I also never proceed into an intersection – red light or no – unless I have complete visual confirmation that all oncoming traffic has definitively stopped. Because around here red lights are at best, optional. People say that’s because they’re afraid of car-jackings – but I don’t buy it. They just don’t feel like stopping. It makes much more sense to risk death in a head-on collision.
One good thing though: I like running alot more when it becomes an adventure sport.