I remember the first time I had to walk to soccer training in the rain. It was a Tuesday afternoon in March, and the sky had turned a dark grey by the time the final bell rang. I stood under the awning near the school gate, watching the rain pour down in sheets. My mum had texted me saying she was stuck in traffic and that I should just go ahead. I pulled my hood over my head, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the downpour.
The walk to the oval was about fifteen minutes, but that day it felt like an hour. The rain was so heavy that my schoolbag felt twice as heavy, and my shoes squelched with every step. I tried to walk fast, but the water kept pooling on the footpath, and I had to dodge puddles that looked like small lakes. By the time I reached the oval, I was soaked through. My socks were wet, my shirt was clinging to my skin, and I could feel water dripping down my neck.
When I got to the training ground, I expected everyone else to be miserable too. But instead, I saw my teammates already running drills in the rain, laughing and splashing through the puddles. Our coach, Mr. Davies, was standing in the middle of the field, shouting encouragement. He saw me arrive and just waved me over. Nobody complained about the weather. They just kept playing. I realised then that the rain didn't have to ruin the session; it could make it more fun.
I tried to walk fast, but the water kept pooling on the footpath, and I had to dodge puddles that looked like small lakes.
That afternoon taught me something important. I had been so focused on how uncomfortable the walk was that I forgot why I was doing it. I was there because I loved soccer and because my team was counting on me. The rain was just a temporary inconvenience. Once I started playing, I didn't even notice it anymore. I remember making a sliding tackle in the mud and getting grass stains all over my shorts, but I didn't care. I was having too much fun.
Looking back, that rainy walk to training is one of my clearest memories from Year 7. It wasn't a big event or a major achievement, but it changed the way I think about challenges. Now, when something uncomfortable comes up, I try to remember that feeling of stepping into the rain and then finding joy on the other side. Sometimes the hardest part is just starting. Once you do, the rest can be easier than you expect.
