Dad seems to like buying items that have immense history and craftsmanship, but perhaps are not in perfect working condition.
Example - my brother made the above declaration the day that he, my father, and I were out in our small boat. We were just motoring around the canals after a holiday dinner, relaxing. And then the steering went out on the boat. So at the end of every canal my brother and I physically walk the boat around the end by placing our hands on the bulkheads.
I tell you this story - to tell you this one:
Hurricane Ike struck the Texas coast two years ago and turned many things instead out. My father's sailboat, his pride and joy, wound up roughly 0.5 miles away in someone else's yard. It was eventually placed back on it's trailer and moved back to our house. However, during the reconstruction of the house the boat was moved across the street.
And there it stayed for over a year.
Dad and I tried putting air in the tires a few weeks ago and moving it, but to no avail. It was properly sunk in the ground and the tires were rotted right off the rims.
So The Boy and I took this weekend and jacked up the boat, removed the tires, and tried to pull it out. It took two trips to the auto store for tires, much sweat, a can of PB Blaster, a lot of jumping up and down, a neighbor shoveling channels in front of the tires, and TWO vehicles to move it.
My car pulled his truck, which pulled the boat. I can't believe we actually moved the damn thing!!!
Only to find out that one of the brand new tires was now flat - so we jacked it back up, threw some Fix a flat in it, and went to move it to the side of the house.
We didn't QUITE make it on top of the concrete slabs - well actually we did - but then it rolled off and we just couldn't get it back on the dang things.
And there was much rejoicing!
After The Boy headed back to the land of work and Big City living - I hung my medal holder and first half marathon medal on my wall.
Three of my favorite items now hang over my bed - a sign The Boy gave me, a picture my folks gave me, and my first half marathon medal I earned.
The rest of the week has been low on running, but high on other bits:
Monday - I continued to fight with my work computer and went through some push-up and sit-ups.
Tuesday - I sent my work computer off with the IT guy and tried some yoga and stretches.
Wednesday - I came home from work and climbed into my yoga pants and hid from the world.
Thursday - I pass my required swim test for work that included swimming 25 m underwater in a single breath. We also got to tread water for 10 minutes, the last 2 with our hands out of the water. Fabulous! But the good news is that I was able to maintain proper trim and buoyancy in my double 80s back plate with no extra weight and my 3 mm suit. I came home happy and exhausted!
Friday - Was another day of diving. I used the exact same system, but this time went in the water in my 7 mm suit - and was damn floaty! But instead of losing my cool like I did last time, I worked through the problem fairly calmly. It was so much easier this time as I knew that the problem was simply the buoyancy of the suit and I would need to figure out the proper weight to keep my trim.
Saturday - I spent 7 hours in a classroom learning about gas laws and decompression diving - and I gotta say - some of the problems that could occur during decompression diving scare the pants off of me. Ugh!
Sunday - we moved the boat!!
And today - well today I went to the doctor.
It was confirmed that it was an IT band issue, but that no further consult was required with an ortho or a specialist. So I will begin running again tomorrow!
This weekend I am going to shoot for 6 miles and then Super Bowl!
My team - my original quarterback!
and our plans for halftime - bring it on all y'all!
Go team go - Nerf!