So, today, I decided to get back on the bandwagon and start running again. It has been hard to keep a consistent schedule due to lots of moving around and general busy-ness. However, I woke up this morning, got up, donned my running clothes, grabbed my IPOD and headed out the door.
Ran down a road we hadn't ventured yet, but no problem. I was plodding along and enjoying both Collective Soul and some Coldplay when I came to a good turning around point. As I turned, what previously had been a light sprinkle turned into a slightly heavier rain. I wasn't too worried, I just reminded myself that it was like running in the rain in Lbk, which I have done before. However, it quickly changed into a torrential downpour. Literally, I felt like I was in the middle of a tropical storm. The rain and wind grew stronger, but what was I to do? If I stopped and waited it out, I could be out for hours....I was already pretty soaked, why not just keep going?
So I did. It was pretty bad, and then got worse when I continued to go straight (instead of veering to the left ever so slightly) and wound up about 6 minutes away from my house. I knew I was lost, but had no idea just exactly where I was. I stopped, walked, and said these exact words to an old man, "I got up, went for a run, and now I don't know where I live. Do you know where Jing Shui An is? I live there, near Peacock Lake. Do you know where Jing Shui An is?" He replied that he didn't know. So I thanked him and continued to walk. At this point, I could tell where I was, and just trudged home.
Before getting safely home though, I saw a guy try to kill a rat by stomping on it....when it rains a lot, the sewers flood and the rats come up through the grates in the street ("There were rats, Dad."). Instead of freaking out, like I did last week when I saw rats climbing up through the grate, I calmly stepped back into the rain and around both the man and rat, which was still alive. As I neared my house, I was warned by a woman that the water was going to wash me away if I continued on the path I was on (by this point I wasn't paying attention) so I crossed over into the street and then back over through the gate to our apartment complex.
I was greeted by Logan at the door. He had attempted to go out and look for me. Next time I run, I will carry 10 RMB in my shorts....just in case I need to catch a taxi.
--da