Facebook is a great memory retriever…it pulls up this memory from my 6 year old post ( 5 December 2012: 2112Hrs@paulocoelho: One day you will wake up and there wont be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now) I smile, I sit up and think about it. I try to remember where I was, whom I was with, what I was doing; then I smile more and give thanks for the years gone and the great memories. It reminds me of my mornings on how we have to focus no matter what (I mean within the human capability), and find joy and make fun out of what we have. Today, We start running and a few metres into the run it starts pounding…the rain drops were so heavy I feared for the bald headed running mates…I promise you I could hear the sound of rain drops bouncing off their heads…like those coloured balls our sons bounce up and down. We go on and it gets heavier, i bet everyone is thinking do we turn back or not, but no one dares suggest. No one has the courage except…this mister.Amidst the sound of the thundering rain and to our amusement…he decides to run under a tree calling us all on. Am tickled and I now confirm that those rain drops must have done some damage to their skulls and messed their brains a little…that’s why they run kicking all the mud to their behinds…who does that i mean….not like kicking pebbles is any better but am helping clean up the city. I thought I could see some ridges on their heads…mmmm…nope must be my poor eye sight. Everyone seems to defy the call for cover including the mister himself. I mean we are all so soaked and that tree was no banana tree…I have no idea how we were supposed to get cover under a “muvariti ” tree (aww..english name..?), with needle like leaves. We laugh it off and off we go on the mission ahead. One day we may not run in the rain, let’s run when we can. Enjoy the rain drops, enjoy the thunder, soak wet until everything drips. Don’t let the opportunity pass you to experience life’s little pleasures and inconveniences…they all have lessons…chase your dreams …just do it. There is never a right time. The next best time is now.
Raych’s Running Diaries: Heavy Rain Drops On Bald Heads
Facebook is a great memory retriever…it pulls up this memory from my 6 year old


