I make a point to try and 'get out in the world' as much as possible, and not to make excuses (But totally making excuses) I am a full time student, working part time, positively diagnosed with a chronic heart condition that makes all physical activity a struggle, perma-broke, and all of my friends think the outside is scary and to be avoided. Last summer I got a kayak (Well two) I just got a rack for my car that lets me take it where I want to when I want to, because rowing takes my mind off things and is a physical activity I tolerate well, because I can coast along and still make progress. I want to get out more, and make a point to try and do so as much as possible, but there are times when it feels like I am being conspired against. And I don't have a name for it yet, some kind of -algia.