I heard the thunder, I saw the dark clouds moving in, but I simply ignored it thinking it would blow over. It didn’t.
Two kilometres in to my run last week Thursday I got caught in the biggest storm to hit Jo’burg. At first, the drops didn’t appear to be that heavy so I decided to push on and not turn back.
Within 5 mins, the rain was so heavy I could not see in front of me. I had to seek shelter along the side of the road under the trees (I know!) and next to some bushes. At first, I thought it would blow over but it just got louder and heavier, it felt like the lightning was going to hit me!
I stood dead still, holding myself in a tight ball and closed my eyes. I waited. I hoped it would stop.
Every now and then a car would drive passed. The problem is that with no pavements and very little water drainage in Douglasdale, I would get splashed. I refused to cry. I kept trying to convince myself that it was awesome. It wasn’t!
After 10 minutes, I made the call to run home. It did not look like the rain was going to stop and I feared it might hail. It was getting late. I was freezing! I was 2 kms away and thought that at the most, it would take me 20 mins. I could not run fast because the puddles of water were so deep. My running shoes were drenched!
I arrived home, ran straight upstairs and jumped in to the shower. My mascara had run all down my face. I had left puddles of water from the front door all the way through the house.
I’ve heard people raving about how wonderful it is to run in the rain. How refreshing it is.
Geepers! I rain in a storm. Never again!
Sometimes, the signs are there and we refuse to listen. We ignore them. And then have to face the consequences.
The lesson: if it looks like a big rain storm approaching, it most probably is. Go run at the gym!