As some of you know, I have decided to take up an exercise routine in my free time. Downtime in a third-world country is a bad thing. You (well, I) start planning, rationalizing, philosophizing, and thinking: what am I going to be doing in 12 months? what would a salad taste like right now? where could I find a cold Belgian? when was the last time I was in shape?
All of this exercising business began yesterday. At around 6:00 in the evening I head to the school compound to go for a jog. There are three downsides. 1) All the villagers and children on their way to the well are thinking, “Who is that crazy white girl in the green pants running in circles uphill both ways in a maze of rocks, dirt, holes, and animal droppings?” They wave and half-smile politely. 2) I now get to think about how shockingly unfit I am, not aided in the least by this altitude. 3) After I pat myself on the butt for completing one-half of a lap longer than yesterday (yes, pathetic), I remember that I get to climb that killer-steep hill back to my accommodations! Very tragic, huh?
I complain, but really though, you cannot beat evening jogs during Rift Valley sunsets with a light breeze…until you find yourself downwind from the outhouses to knock you back into reality. :)
Here is to me becoming super trim on my journey to becoming marathoner…or just a miler...here, here!
With love to you from this beautiful place,
tnick
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2 comments:
Oooo that dirty hill! So hard to climb especially after a work out. **Pat on the back** for you my friend! Eat some steamed purple cabbage for me, will ya?
down wind from the outhouses.... i was laughing out loud on that one! God Bless You! Court T
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