In 2017, I ran and ran and ran. You could hardly guess that my running had started off by chance. Running in general is something I have done on and off for a very long time, since finishing high school. I played basketball in high school, which kept me physically active, and when I finished school I needed a suitable replacement. Somewhere along the way that became running. Ever since high school though, courtesy of basketball, I’ve had a bad knee that had always prevented me from taking my running past a certain point. I’d start running a bit more frequently, or running long distances, and then my knee would start complaining and I would stop out of fear of doing any more damage. My knee was always in my way.
As December and 2017 come to a close, it’s time to start rounding a few things up and take stock of the year that has been. I am actually a little excited about this post because I set and shared a couple of goals that I was going to work on, track and see how far I could get by the end of the year.
Several months back, via the meetup.com page for the Nairobi Women in Machine Learning and Data Science community, we received the following message;
I stumbled upon an article in the New York Times on ‘How to Build a Skincare Routine’ a couple of months ago. It made me think, hey, I’m an adult now. Maybe a skin care routine is exactly what I need to introduce into my life. I’m always enviously admiring my friends, colleagues and acquaintances who have flawless skin and wondering what about my genetic make-up predisposed me to constantly have an attack of unsightly pimples and subsequent perpetual scarring on my face. This article made me wonder if perhaps my going to sleep night after night with all the dirt, dust, oil and whatever greasy coat their combination forms on my face to wholly block my pores might be more to blame than my genetic make-up, so I ventured to try out having a skin care routine.
I haven’t written in a while.
I am sorry.
(WARNING: Long Read Ahead.)
I learnt a new word recently. I wager I shall be teaching you a new word today as well. Anthropomorphism.
August of 2017 marked a year since I got a job. A year in this adulting space. A year of being a practicing Data Scientist. It is also roughly 2 years since I started my Data Science journey. Two years since, before going to the final year of my undergrad, I decided I would like to do my final year project in the Data Science space and started doing online courses and competitions to gain the skills.
Where does the mind end and the body begin?
I know, such strange thoughts. They have plagued me for a while now, this post has been a long time coming. Now really, where does the mind end and the body begin?
Collins, this one is for you. 😉
I went swimming recently. On Sunday. Remember my triathlon athlete dreams? Still in the works, I’ve been running and swimming is the latest addition to the repertoire. Anyway, I went swimming. There’s this thing I like to do in the water, just float on my back, navigating from end to end of the pool, as a sorta break between reps. Heh heh, ati reps, who am I kidding, I could barely do a lap without needing a breather.
All week, Pam had looked forward to Sunday. To be honest, it had been months. Months since her exam results had come out and she had had to pretend to not see the disappointment on her father’s face every time he looked at her, before he could catch himself and hide it. She had not attained the minimum grade to go to the university. Not even a technical institution for a vocational course. Nothing. All those years of schooling, the fees her father had paid through the nose term after term. Every time she was sent home for unpaid fees, he sacrificed a little more each day to put away enough to send her back. This education thing, they said it was the key to a brighter future. He believed them. They said one should educate girls as well as boys. So he gave a deaf ear to all marriage proposals for his daughters and took them all to school.