As I was putting out my water drop and Gu this afternoon for tomorrow's 20 miler I saw that I only had one of my favorite running gloves in the car. For you loyal readers (thanks mom), I had to wear my running gloves yesterday because it was so cold. Well, when I only saw one glove in the car, I got profoundly sad. Here is why: The gloves were a gift from my Aunt Faye, probably the single best gift she has ever given me. Here is a bit of G family history - - Aunt Faye was kind of famous for very, um, eccentric gifts. At Christmas or a Birthday, Aunt Faye's gifts always made you say, hmmmmmm. We would open them up, look at them, then look sort of confusedly at mom and she would say something like " . . . . well, it is from Aunt Faye you know." As I got older she got much better, one year she gave me some SCUBA stuff and all was forgiven.
Well, when I saw that I had lost one of the gloves, I remembered that it was from Aunt Faye, and was sad that I had lost half of one of her best gifts ever. I traced my route back to the Polo Ground track and drove around it, looking for the lost glove, no joy. I went back to the parking lot at work, still no glove. I drove home, trying to think of where it could be, the last place I could think of was in the laundry, I got home, tore up my pile of dirty laundry, and found the glove. I was very happy and realized I didn't have to fess up to Faye that I had lost the glove.
20 miler tomorrow, should be a hoot.
1 comment:
Told you that I would come by and visit! :-) Well, glad you found the glove. I have the same issue with biking gloves that I wear mostly in my cycling classes. They weren't gifts though so I understand the sentimental aspect.
20 miles tomorrow...should be a hoot. Man, you ARE a runner! :-) Hope it was fun.
John B
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