Even in the super inaka (rural) spots on Iki, where there’s only one house for two kilometers of space and all you can smell is cow dung and the sea, there are vending machines. I think there are more vending machines than people in Japan. At the very least, there’s more soda than people. Though honestly, for those days when I forget to bring water to flamenco, fan dancing, or taiko, they’re pretty nice. TANK also really appreciates the vending machines because it means she doesn’t have to carry water when she goes for her crazy long runs (10+ kilometers).
This machine is actually right outside of the gym. I’m feeling like a bit of a slob, so I started going back. Here’s hoping I can do a 30 minute run again by the end of the year.