DAY TWO: SUNDAZE

Our first full day here was Sunday. At Tumaini, Sunday is rest day, we we didn't have to really be prepared for anything. My early exit the night before lead me to wake up at 6:15am. I was the first one up so I went to the living room to read for a while. The silence mixed with the little feet running around outside was practically a symphony to me. When I finished reading I made toast with PB. (Side note: if you ever travel to Africa, DONT forget to bring PB with you. It can literally save lives. Shout out to my new friend Whitney for that one). When Jordan woke up we went for a run because I need to stay fit before preseason. And also running is where I find my peace of mind.

There is something about running down a dirt road, halfway across the world from your family and freinds while chasing every single on of your dreams that radiates immense freedom. In that moment I knew I was right where I was suppose to be. 

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At noon we were welcomed into Tumaini by so many of the kids and adults. Here's a little proven fact from the Tay Ross Fact Organization: Foreign country church is AMAZING. It's basically hours of endless music, inclusion and FIRE dance moves. After being welcomed into the church, we spent most of the rest of the day creating lesson plans for the kids. The week was set up like this: 

Monday-Thursday: school, music class, craft class, and rec class.

Friday: Soccer tournament between 7 local schools hosted at Tumaini. 

Saturday-Monday: free time with the kids. 

Here's a fun fact for you: Before starting Cleats Count, one of my biggest fears was teaching kids. Just the idea of being a coach, tutor or teacher scared the living daylights out of me. So although there were a lot of motives for starting Cleats Count, a personal one for me was stepping out of my comfort zone and growing as a person. If my comfort zone was explained as the end of a cliff, the idea of teaching to me was taking bazillion foot plummet off the side. I'm literally not exaggerating. What's amazing though is that Cleats Count has allowed me to change that. Teaching used to be a foreign language to me and now I can teach in a foreign language. And I LOVE it.

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So here's some advice from my experiences with this: if you ever find yourself on the edge of your cliff, staring your biggest fear right in the face, jump. I promise you that in some way, a net will appear and your life will change forever, for the better. 

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After we finished the lesson plan and had dinner, a huge meal of chipotee, Kenya's famous food that tastes like thin pancakes, I explored Tumaini. I went into the dirt rooms of the kids. I also saw the place they eat. Although they eat with their hands and they don't have many tables, they all work together to make everything work. It was pretty amazing. I was walking back to the house when a group of boys stopped me and said "play? please play!" And like CMON. What am I gonna say? No? HA. We grabbed a ball and split into teams. We played for a little but it was pushing pitch-black outside. I literally had to pick the ball up and call a timeout to announce that next goal wins so these kids would stop playing. It was hilarious and awesome and refreshing. We soon all said goodnight and left with high fives (and even a few hugs already). I walked into the house and sat on the couch just smiling. What a day -  and it seems fitting that Sunday is already my favorite day of the week. 

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