Why I Run


I run because once upon a time I was told that there were two kinds of people: people with brains and people with brawn and that I was the former and that it precluded me from physical activity of worth. I run because although it was meant to be a good thing – brains – it made me feel restricted, faulty, half-human.

I run because I reject the dichotomy. I run because when I am working long shifts and saving lives and keeping the economy afloat (I like to flatter myself) it is not just my brain, but also my body doing it.


I run because I can. I have two feet that are begging to go places and sometimes slowly is not enough. If you have two feet you can run. If you have one foot you can run. If you have no feet you can also run, but your shoes become more expensive.

I run because sometimes with the wind at my back and the hills in my favour the only thing I need to do is put one foot in front of the other and let it carry me where it will. Sometimes moving takes a concerted effort. Other times going forward is a feat of brain and body combined and you have to force yourself to go, even if slowly is the only way you can.

But in the end, you always finish.

I run because I need to remember that.

Run, because each huffing breath and each strike of the foot interplays with the crunching gravel and the whistling wind and they come together in a rhythm that is all-consuming.

Run, because some days the rhythm is your joy, and other days it is your only survival.

I run because rhythm is life, and I have two left feet, but when I run one of them becomes right and suddenly I can dance.

Patience with Patients


There have been a few times in the last year that I was ashamed of myself.

In this particular case, I was on Vascular Surgery Week. It is one of our toughest weeks of Student Internship. We started the day at 07:00 and never left earlier than 21:00 that whole week. The days were incredibly busy and filled with terrible rotting appendages. In addition, the doctors we worked with were just awful and never really taught us anything. Such hours seem harder when you are a student. So… I was in a pretty bad mood.

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Internship: Day 1


This morning, when most of the world was nursing their hangovers, I woke up to go to my first day of work. It’s a miracle I made it to the hospital safely, the way that I was quivering in my boots.

For the rest of my life, 1 January will be my anniversary of entering the working world. bcfd29830cb11bd5f2501f76b5d85051 Some first-year interns at other hospitals are really unfortunate and are on call on their very first day, but at my hospital the second year interns are very kindly doing today’s calls – and this weekend’s, so that we can get settled in. What a nice way to start. Continue reading

My Year in Review: 50 Questions to Reflect, Appreciate and Get Excited for 2015


I hope everyone had a good Christmas! I had a fantastic time with family and friends and was so busy that I didn’t even start the computer once. I found these questions at Into Mind by Anuschka and I thought they made for some great reflections. I was pretty disappointed in myself for struggling to answer some of them, and I want to keep these questions in mind this year to aim for a more mindful approach to life. Feel free to answer them too and let me know!

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The Future of this Blog (and other record-keeping)


This is a scheduled post as I am currently camping! :D

Over the past while I have had questions about the continued existence of this blog and I want to say right off the bat that I do not plan on closing up shop. I will probably change the name of the blog (the url will stay the same) and maybe at some point I’ll move to self-hosting, but all in all the blogging community has become so important for my sanity.

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