Another day of activism rises up before me. I’m about to go post-carding for three hours. I’ve got a stack of postcards in my hand and a print-out paper map of the area. Six years of post-secondary education and a year of being a home-body means I have exactly the level of fitness you would imagine. Having done this several times now you would think I’d be used to it, but instead my leg muscles are perpetually tight and uncomfortable. My feet get sore just thinking about post-carding. Yet, here I am. The van drives off.