A few summers ago there was a tropical storm off the coast of Florida that churned up the surf here at home. On a perfect weekend afternoon our coast was just starting feel the storm’s reverberations and big, rolling waves were breaking on the shore. I was at the beach with a group of friends, all of us born and raised in this coastal town. We are good swimmers and so we waded in through the breakers and churned up whitewater – the kind that nearly holds you in place with the repeated force of incoming waves. Past the breakers, we proceeded to play in the surf for the next several hours. Diving through, floating over and riding in the waves. The waves were humongous and we laughed at each other as we were barreled over and tossed around. We left the beach that day waterlogged with swimsuits full of sand, tangled hair and a sense of buoyancy.
We closed on a house while I was in Madagascar. A little hunter green beach bungalow that was built in 1955. We are ecstatic. In our ecstasy, we are able to look past the flaws of our new home: the lack of air conditioning, the pet stained floors, the kitchen that hasn’t been updated since the 50s. To put it gently, the house needs an immense amount of work. So we’ve been spending our every waking hour outside of nine to five fixing it up.
This weekend my dad and I rented a couple of sanders to refinish the floors. I knew going in that this wouldn’t be a diy for the faint of heart, but I sort of figured “what the heck how hard can it be?”. (The answer, of course, is quite hard. Quite hard, but doable.) I googled how-to’s and read a few blogs and then off we went to Home Depot.
Tomorrow morning at 6:00am we board a plane for New York City. A little (26.2 mile) run through the five boroughs is on the agenda. My last long run was 17 miles the morning I flew to Madagascar…on September 8th.
It sort of struck me yesterday, as I was sitting at my desk, abs sore from ten hours spent wrangling an industrial floor sander: life is a bit full right now. Full, but doable.
We undertook a massive home reno with a little budget and crazy travel schedules, but I knew we could do it. I signed up for a marathon because I knew I could do it. Sure, I’m in over my head, but I waded into the water because I know I can swim. Every now and then we dive in knowing we are going to get barreled. But, hey, that’s half the fun, right?
See you on the other side of 26.2 and the home renovation.