I wrote about a (wonderful) run I had a couple of weeks ago while holidaying in Perth. During that trip, I had had a very hard time figuring out the roads.
Though I could travel the same route countless times (especially those close to where we were staying), my brain would for some reason or another refuse to learn it (GPS dependency, anyone?).
Then came the run. And mental maps of the roads came much easily to me after that.
There’s something about running that makes a foreign place feel oh-so-local. I remember when I was on my business trip in Montreal, Canada. I’d always felt like an outsider, with cars always travelling on the wrong side of the road, until I went for the first of a number of runs I had there. It was like *boom!* I’m local.
The transformation was sudden. And it was magnificent.
I’d recommend it to anyone.