I live near the West LA Veteran's Administration, and that's where I usually do my runs. It's got a nice hill (I hate it when I run it, but it's great for training) and a built in cheering section from the resident veterans ("you go girl!"), plus unsolicited advice on form from the peanut gallery as I wheeze by.
It's lots of fun, which is why I keep going back.
There are normally one or two folks smoking, but for some reason, yesterday was "smoke 'em if you got 'em" day at the VA. Seriously, every single person I ran by had a cigarette. I have enough trouble breathing when my heart rate's at 180 because of that damn hill. I don't need cancer sticks as an additional obstacle.
I began to wonder if there had been some sort of conference call that I'd missed or something. I ended up running on the streets around the VA, where there was less smoke, but no cheering section.
Good for the lungs, bad for the morale.