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The people who never stopped

It is early morning in the dry bush of northern Tanzania, and a group of Hadza women is leaving camp. Some carry babies on their backs. Each has a digging stick, and not much else. They will walk for hours, dig for roots in the hard ground, pick berries, and carry what they find back to camp. The men have already gone the other way with their bows. Nobody has a plan written down, and nobody is wearing anything made for exercise.

By the evening, every one of them will have done more than most of us do in a week.