The Big Move

Thursday, with sweltering heat and t-shirt sticking humidity, the guys of ITA packed up all of our belongings and crammed them, jammed them and rammed them into the back of a UHaul and trucked them a mile across town to the new runner house.  Caked with dust and with sweat dripping down my face and back I could only shake my head about the misery of moving.   The lugging of furniture, boxing of clothing, and gathering of thousands of useless pieces of junk that you have somehow hoarded throughout the years is overwhelming.  The discovery of these worthless trinkets, ones which you have never used, never will use, and yet seem never to be able to throw away is astonishing.  Clutter, mindless stockpiling of whose-y-whats, doohickies and thinger-a-boppets seems to be a commonality that plagues us all.  It could be an article of clothing that- while we haven’t worn in over two years- we just can’t seem to part with, or an object, which once held some profound significance but now gathers dust in the corner, it’s significance forgotten.  It is the realization of these items, their rediscovery, that gives moving its silver lining.  Once you are reunited with their existence, you are able to relive old memories and then, most importantly, able to move on and decide once and for all that you no longer need that t-shirt from high school, it’s time has past, and you are able to move forth anew.  Unfortunately for me, this entire process of moving has only just begun, for while I have moved out of the old house and into the new (temporarily in its garage), I still have yet to move into my new house- an event which will take place in two weeks, allowing me to partake in all the joys of moving just one more time.  Shucks.  But before moving day part II, I will be able to escape Hanover for a bit, as Lex and I leave tomorrow for Atlanta, Georgia to race in the USA 10km road Championships (in conjunction with Peachtree) on July 4th.  Brian will also be racing this weekend in a downhill mile in Manchester, New Hampshire as well as a two mile road race in his home town of Lowell, Massachusetts.  We are all excited to race this weekend and glad to have the move behind us (at least for the time being) and we wish you all an ex-true-berant happy Fourth of July.

Until next time,

Ben