Running

I went running this morning. I’ve actually been a few times since I’ve been here. Nobody here runs, which makes me quite a spectacle. People flash peace signs out of buses, they slow down and laugh at you from their cars. One guy waited for me to pass him, then turned and starting running in place while laughing at me. I guess it kind of makes sense if you think about it. It’s pretty stupid to run to nowhere, then turn around and run back. p>

Everyone is pretty skinny here, but based on the number of cases of heart disease and stroke I’ve seen, it probably wouldn’t hurt them to exercise a bit more. I met the hospital’s neurosurgeon, Professor Lee, the other day, and we were discussing one of my patients who had a hypertensive thalamic bleed. Prof. Lee said that in his opinion, “Batswana people party too much, and are too fat.” He said that Batswana should be skinny like people from other places, and started to point at me, but then looked at my belly and decided to use himself as an example instead.

I guess I should keep running.