After graduating from a city school, and dedicating more and more time to the outdoors, I've been finding it hard to justify getting a gym membership. Don't get me wrong, I want to be fit, but I'm constantly feeling like just being active is my answer to the problem.
Recently I saw this awesome essay in Coast Mountain Culture, and suddenly my internal struggle all made sense. Give this a read—some sharp commentary and an all-too-necessary look back at ourselves.
