In Split, I ran each morning on the most incredible running path. A short run to the mountain park through a pedestrian backstreet lead me to a empty gravel path parallel to the sea. A short steep climb and I could see the sea and the islands. Even in the rain, it was spectacular. Even better was that I did this run without people stopping to stare at me.
In Mostar, I run up a small road, but one with traffic and no sidewalks. This is a quite steep run up a hill, punctuated with frequent stops between parked cars. If anyone is out, they stop and stare. A few times, I hear comments but I have no idea what they are saying. perhaps, curious why I am running. yet, up in the hills, I have encountered a few other runners. And nearby, there is a track at the soccer fields at Bosnian university. A well maintained asphalt track where runners can be spotted. There are tennis courts there, as well.
It has taken me weeks to feel comfortable to go for my run. I could go to one of the few gyms here and run on a treadmill. But I would miss the fresh air, and the view. Right now, in the far distance, as I head up the hill, I can see snowcapped mountains. And after all, as a friend remarked, it is good to show an example of someone doing something healthy.