Stretch and strengthen and remove carpet.
Day 11.
Mondays are supposed to be light days, to recover from Sunday’s long run.
I’d rather run.
That’s because my stretch and strengthen day has been filled with removing carpet and memories. Saturday night our basement was one of the many in Grand Island to fill with water.
Fill may not be the best word, but what an inch or two of water can do to you is amazing. It’s even more amazing what it can do to your stuff — junk or valuables.
After watching Melissa pick up all the boys toys out of their carpetted playroom, including Lego men floating face down as their block houses and spaceships crumbled and drifted across the room, I had to sweep water down a drain — more exhausting than a three-mile run.
Today I had to go through my boxes of junk. Filtered in old newspaper clippings and speech meet ribbons were my and my brothers’ old baseball mits from twenty or thirty years ago, ruined from water. Old pictures of friends from high school. A Wheaties box with plastic around it holding a poster of Michael Jordan (the Wheaties were eaten a good fifteen years ago, don’t worry.)
After washing down those memories, I finally got to pull up soaking wet carpet … only to find old, glue covered tiles covering sopping wet concrete. So then it was time to scrape up tiles. Which leaves a tar-like glue stuck to the floor, and my fingers sticky and sore so much that I’m surprised I can type this.
What does this have to do with training for a half-marathon?
Other than the stretching and strengthening, I guess all the running.
Memories. Running through my mind. But they’ll still be there. Even if a water-soaked high school creative writing journal won’t be. Or a baseball mit.
Something to think about tomorrow while running the three miles. Which I’ll gladly take over today.
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June 9th, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Aw man that sucks Jack. I’m sorry for the loss of that stuff, I know what that’s like.