My Saturday started off with a gorgeous run through the
Lugazi sugar cane fields, over the Namengo hill, and out to a pristine village
set in a fishbowl arena of luscious green. Funny things happen every morning I
run, as I am one of a handful of foreigners in the surrounding area, and people
don’t generally run for fun here (though the Olympic gold medalist in the
marathon this year was Stephen Kiprotich, a Ugandan!)- thus, I’m rather a
spectacle.
- A person I passed said “Mzungu!
(“foreigner/white person”) Thank you for the exercise!” This is not uncommon
for people to “thank” me for running. So cute.
-
Children often will join me on my run for a
while. Laughing all the way- they think it is hilarious! Today these 3 girls
who were about 10 years old joined me for about a quarter mile- barefoot, and
carrying machetes. Yeah! They were on their way to gather firewood, and thus
the tool. They were following me a few steps, and I laughed to myself thinking
what this might look like to an onlooker.
-
I came to a muddy area, and nearly slipped a
little. The onlooking kids giggled quietly. I recovered easily and kept on
going. And then almost slipped in a big way- arms flailing and everything. The
kids fell apart with laughter. As they should have.
;l
