The unforgiving wet season

It's possible to cope with the rain for a certain amount of time, but after that it just becomes too much! I really am fed up with this drizzling rain that just keeps hanging around. It disrupts my training and it's not the right time to be missing out on the last few sessions leading up to State Triathlon.

Despite this horrible, miserable and disgusting weather I forced myself out rain, hail or shine this afternoon to go and do an easy ride. It looked nice this morning when the cloud started to break up and I was able to spot some blue sky. By five o'clock this afternoon when it was time to go the rain was back, but I pushed on, determined not to let the rain stop me. In a sense it made me feel really good, knowing that I was probably the only person out there training in that sort of weather and those thoughts seemed to motivate me.

Yesterday my calves were so sore that I found it hard to walk. I didn't think that it would be even remotely possible that I made it through a session but I went anyway. The track was so muddy it could have been home to some feral farm animals and we could only use half the track. I got through the session but I was at the back and it was a struggle to finish.

I really like the feeling of pushing myself harder. Recently I have felt that in the middle of a session I feel like collapsing or stopping or slowing down, but I don't slow down, I run harder, I push more because I know that soon the pain will be over, I'll have positive memories and I'll be stronger than the day before. I personally don't see this kind of attitude in a lot of people and I think that I am lucky to have this because it helps me to strive to reach my goals.

Covered in mud at the end of the session