Beirut: Not a Haven For the Athletically Minded
Since I arrived in Beirut last August and began training for a 10K and then later a half marathon, I have run over 300 miles. All of those miles have been outside, either on the Corniche, at AUB, or some even right through downtown. While running I have had people do some pretty idiotic things in my direction, presumable to show off in front of friends or try and make fun of me. But today really takes the cake.
As I was running this afternoon a car pulled up next to me and a guy jumped out of the passenger seat, jogged three paces behind me, and the turned around and jumped back it the car as it sped off. Really?? Is it that weird for you to see someone actually working out? I hope these people realize that they are the ones that look ridiculous, not me.
That’s fine. The Lebanese can keep getting plastic surgery. Keep wearing designer clothes and full faces of makeup to the gym and not even break a sweat. Keep smoking cigarettes when they step outside of the gym. I’m going to keep on running. Keep on getting fit. Keep on achieving my goals. Even if some people think I am the one who looks strange.