Jogging

I went for a jog this morning, and it was by far the best experience I have had in Africa so far! As I was running down my small dirt road children walking home from church joined me! The further I went the more kids started following me, all in their Sunday clothes and barefoot. I must have had fifteen kids by the time I was ready to turn around and head home, all jogging along side me.
My favorite part was that I would take breathers every once in a while and walk for a minute, the first time I did this I said "one two three" before I started running again. So the next time I slowed down to walk, the kids all started shouting "one two three" because they wanted me to start running again.
Some of them followed me all the way home, and when I started nearing my house I missed the turn onto the small path that leads to our gate. The three girls who were still with me at this point stopped and started shouting "mzunga" (what children call white people) I was confused at what they were doing and kept running. I finally got to a landmark that made me realize I had gone too far, I turned around to find the girls still standing by the path, pointing me in the right direction! I'm sure they were discussing what a silly mzunga I was the whole time they waited patiently for me to return so they could make sure I found home okay! It was a wonderful way to start my Sunday.