14.11.2012 27 °C
As a night person, it is not natural for me to be getting up at 6:15 for a morning run, but in Africa, this is probably the best time be out. The sun isn't too hot and there are less people to stare at you.
I sort-of enjoy running and sort of don't. I like it to keep fit and wake up my sleepy mind. It helps me sort my thoughts out and I have some of my best ideas while running. But it is hard and a little dull, and is more like an endurance test which only really feels good once you are finished. Scientifically, it realeases happy hormones, so it helps deal with my depressive tendancies...
There are some nice runs around the YWAM base. One of them is a loop en-route to the Congo border along a yellow-ochre dirt road. It is quite special to be pounding the road of a remote African village at 6:30 am. It is also very special for anyone who is just emerging from their sleep and seeing a long-haired white man sweating while huffing and puffing. It is common to see people be walking about with a small neem twig in their mouths which acts as a toothbrush. It is antiseptic and antibacterial and is horribly bitter. I am quite an unusual sight and so I am the cause of interesting reactions. One of most common is for people to stop in their tracks and stare. This is annoying. I feel like a freak-show (no comments, please). Even more annoying is when children start calling out "Mundu" over and over again. In time, this chanting becomes like a sing-song. There is no place to hide, everyone knows a Mundu is passing by and so there is a bigger chance for more people to spot me and stare. Since people have noticed me, a lot will greet me. The other day, I ran for an hour and 20 minutes and was greeted over 200 times...! This is a little different to running alongside the seaside in Musselburgh. A more comical reaction is for people to start running alongside me. The other day, an old lady of about 60 started running behind with a big smile while calling out in Lughbara. Quite discouragingly, she was catching up...
In my philisophical moods, I feel that my running can be an example to others who will be inspired. That is why it is encouraging to see others copying me by running alongside me when I am out. I always feel that the best way to be a teacher to others is by being an example, words can just be fluff.
Emma mentioned that I was able to visit my dying Auntie Mo while in the UK, in the last blog. Sadly, it was my last time to see her as she since passed away. Her funeral is on Thursday 15th November.I wish I could be there to share with the rest of the family. Instead, though, I am running the Kampala half-marathon on the 25th of November in her memory.
Kampala International Marathon
I am investigating ways in which I could raise money for the the Southern General hospital in Glasgow who looked after her for her last weeks. It was the same hospital in which she was born. The running I am doing is helping to train for this.
As I have also mentioned, running is like an endurance test. As I write this blog, we are in the final week of our YWAM DTS course here which has lasted for 6 months. This course has definitely felt like an endurance test, though at times we have wondered whether we would actually persevere... Thank God we have made it through! It has been a tough time for us all as a family!
I have uploaded a few photos showing my time in the UK at the wedding.