Running in the rain...
This week has been tough. I have been desperate to get back to running but my tattoos have taken longer to heal than expected…..self inflicted I know, and then I have had a number of other small infections pop up due to the trauma of two days in the chair (I wont do that again!) My immune system has been fully compromised and any small lesion is getting nasty. It sucks. It has really affected me mentally not being 100% and I haven’t been myself since returning home from Melbourne. One day at a time though, I am doing my best to get better, being kind to my body and letting it heal.
In saying that I have had a couple of wins and a little training has been done. One of these wins was this morning. I set out for a 15k trot to the hill and it started raining. Then, it started REALLY raining. Like teeming down! Now, I love running in the rain but when it is hectic heavy like today, it tends to shift my mindset. I feel hard, powerful and like I am really doing something worthwhile. Like I am worthy of something as I am out in the madness when most other people are in the comfort of their homes.
Now, this certainly doesn't make me any better than anyone else, but it absolutely makes me feel strong. Like I could scream at the sky in jubilation and beg for it to get worse to make the experience even more meaningful. A kind of, ‘Is that all you got?’ spirit. Let. Me. Have. It! Forge me in steel, not through rust but a moving depiction of what dedication means. This is who I am. I am the person running in torrential rain and I thrive on the thoughts of motorists passing by in their motor vehicles. I will not be broken…..
When struggle happens and your mental state is low, sometimes all you need is to force yourself to do something extremely difficult to remind yourself how tough you really are. You are stronger than you think you are and a force to be reckoned with. Go get yours!
Stay strong friends. Much love and hears to small victories and running in the rain.