It was pouring rain tonight. I had track training. These two things are two of my least favourite things about running.
I don't mind a little bit of rain, because it actually refreshes me while I run and also it makes me less likely to dehydrate (which is my number one concern). Pouring rain, though, is totally different. Running with water pouring over you is not always fun, as much as it feels liberating to do so. Track training, on the other hand, has no redemption: it's NEVER fun. There's no such thing as easy track training, because as you progress, you just have to keep on pushing yourself harder. I'd like to call track training the training of puke threshold: when you don't feel like puking, you're not doing it correctly. So when I knew I was going to hit with both pouring rain and track tonight, it was pretty discouraging.
What made worse was that I left my water-resistant jacket at home. As the track was not close to my place, I knew if I go home and grab my jacket, I will not go back out to run. Out of desperation, I was chatting with Marv and he mentioned about a poncho. Which reminded me I saw my coach running in the rain with a garbage as his raincoat before. As I have nothing to lose, I went to the janitor closet, grabbed a garbage bag and created my very own poor-man raincoat!
There were, obviously, many people stared at me while I run, particularly those teenage girls doing soccer training on the field. I didn't even have the energy to look back at them... all I wanted to do is to finish the run and go home!
I am very proud of myself today, for sticking to what I set out for myself instead of quitting. I am happy that I finally understand the concept of pushing through despite of unfavourable circumstances.
#32/365 – Garbage bag