Running.
Who?
Me and this good friend of mine: myself.
Why?
Because I was (and am) susceptible to depression and I needed a goal to keep myself from feeling useless. And because I was out of shape.
Where?
Kardinge, a sports area in the northern part of Groningen. Just 10 minutes from my place (well it really depends on which route. It took me half an hour to get there the first time).
How?
Well just, run.
But here's the complete story. For the previously mentioned reasons, a few months ago I decided to start running. There's a 4 miles running track in the sports area, with distance counters along the track. Since it says 4 miles running track, I thought the counter was on miles and that by reaching the sign 2.0 and back again, I had run all the 4 miles. But of course, nothing is ever that easy. Turns out the counter was on km.
Increasing the length little by little every time, though, I finally made it to a real 4 miles (around 6.4 km) today. It really gave me a sense of accomplishments. After all, running is one way of getting some warmth in a minus 3 temperature. And not to mention the magnificent view along the track: wide fields with a windmill, ducks, cows, horses, houses that look like hobbit holes, and a lake with frozen surface.
I'm a slow runner, by the way. But as Confucius said:
It does not matter how slowly you go, so long as you do not stop.