So, to add to the recent Ironman drama, our car was ransacked the other night. At first we didn't think anything was taken. Because my back's been fubar and I've been either couch-ridden or bed-ridden I hadn't kept track of my gym bag. Last night, however, we needed a towel to dry off the dog, so I remember, my bag's behind the drivers seat still....no it isn't. There's nothing behind the drivers seat, except air. My gym bag was stolen, inside said gym bag were my running shoes, swim trunks, iPod nano, running gear, goggles - both sets that I had, and, last but not least, certainly not least, was my Garmin gps gadget slash birthday present that I bragged about last year.
Taking a pay cut to move to Prince George I'm going to struggle enough to replace the iPod and goggles and crap let alone the 500 buck Garmin.
Oh well, here's to rolling with the punches.
On a side note our car was broken into the same day that my boss' car was broken into. Within a half hour, after arriving at work, a van pulled up, a guy jumped out and pried open his door with a crowbar, and he was robbed. His car was, literally, feet from the front door of the store and he lost his lap top and stereo and a whole bunch-o-crap.
So this is what Prince George has to offer....at least my partner's making good money, but it seems to be sucking for the rest of us.
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