running in the rain

it actually feels good. its a feeling that i forgot tat i missed. a feeling that only a person who is an athlete at a water sport would understand.

i am totally wet. i cannot tell how much of it is sweat and how much of it is rain.
the wind is blowing against me but my internal heat more than makes up for it. (those who know me know that i get cold easily)
my calf is tightening but i only realize that it smarts when i stop at the traffic lights. when i'm pushing my body, i forget the pain.

"we are stronger than the rain, clench your teeth and bear it"-- some thing boris wrote on the whiteboard in the Singapore Canoeing Fedaration shed at macritchie. he was the national team coach when i joined it.
he was russian, so heck with the weather, come lightning and freaky winds, we would still be expected to be in the water and on our boats.
it was a time i was pushed to push my limits--- and i loved it.
i miss it. much more than i would admit to the team.
i wonder if i regret leaving.

when i train, my mind wanders off. when my mind wanders off, i can train harder.

soaked kayanos, i hope they don't grow germs....

my soaked attire.. minus the shirt...

my trademark white hat, canoeist wear it not so much for blocking the sun but for blocking the water off the eyes...