Showing posts with label Running in Korea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Running in Korea. Show all posts

02 May 2011

Yellow Sand

Here is what we've been dealing with around here lately - Yellow Sand (aka, Asian Dust), and exactly why I'm wearing glasses and probably not running (again!) today...



I know it sounds kind of bad, but really, I can't even tell when it's out there, other than it looks pretty hazy. My intern here, Raldo, advises me when I can go for a run, because, as he states, "We Koreans, we can see it and we especially feel it on our faces and in our breath."

So interesting living on the other side of the world.

30 March 2011

Um, people are staring...

So, I have to laugh out loud about this, because it's just such an experience... Anyone who knows me knows I run - I'm ridiculously vocal about it - and I've written here before about my new running path along the Sincheon. But this post isn't really about running, but what happens to me every night when I run.

Staring is a common practice in Korea - it's not socially awkward or frowned upon, and native born Koreans gaze with reckless abandon at foreigners. I'm not going to lie, but that's one reason I dyed my hair red here - to stand out a bit more...a blonde friend of mine gets free stuff all the time because people are so in awe of the  color of her locks.

And by "gaze" I mean looking up and down, pointing, following with the head as one passes by on the street. I mean, it's really funny, as well as being a bit uncomfortable. But I never get stared down in public like I do when I run. I mean, it's like they've never seen curves before!

Tonight was particularly laughable, which is why I'm writing. I had one guy who looked like he was actually walking across the path toward me. I got several thumbs-ups tonight; one man, walking with friends, started pointing vigorously, then gave me the thumbs up sign - not sure if that's because I was running well or because I was wearing running knickers. Lot's of men wave. And twice now I've had a little old wrinkly man clap for me when I run into the tunnel that leads back to my apartment complex.

It's all enough to give me a complex!!! But I'm laughing about it, and waving back. It's just all kind of hilarious.