I confess, my Nutella obsession isn’t exactly healthy. Nor is most of the Chinese food. Yes, there are lots of vegetables and meat full of protein, but I’d be a fool to believe that the oil dripping from the greens is good for my arteries. So, I’ve decided that a little exercise is probably a good idea. Having been unable to find a gym that seems like it won’t over-charge me for its services, I’ve been waiting for an appropriate time to don my running shoes and set out on a jog around Shanghai. The only problem (apart from my, ehm, laziness)? The weather. Finding a humid-free, non-sticky day has been mostly impossible. Until now. Tonight the air is semi-crisp and somewhat-cool and a light breeze is brushing through the trees. Poetic, no?
Armed with my camera, I set out to find the Bund for an evening run along the river. Did I find it? No, of course not. I got lost. But it was worth it. Instead of running directly towards the water, I (apparently) took a road that ran parallel to it. I passed an outdoor fresh food market with multicolored lights where they sell live chickens and fish still squirming in their pail. I ran through a park where a group of elderly men and women were doing their group evening exercises to Chinese music. I wriggled past open street restaurants, honking scooters, and men selling jeans on the side of the road. Eventually, I found my way back to my little apartment. Out of breath and with a side-stich that was about to floor me. Mission complete.
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