Thursday, October 9, 2014

Cherish Every Mile

About a month ago, Handy Man asked me why I was still hanging on to the race bibs from all of the races I have run this year. Simple. I told him I pinned those bibs to my shirt and carried them with me over each mile. Sometimes the sun shined on us. Sometimes the rain pelted us. We climbed hills and maneuvered over uneven ground together. I ran next to hundreds, and sometimes thousands of other runners. And in that moment, I was just a runner, with a number... running. 


I have been planning to buy a display for my bibs and medals. Something I can look at and remember every race, cherish every mile. I have seen several examples on Pinterest and Facebook. Each had a little different look with a different saying. I really liked this saying.


As my Running Buddy and I are bracing ourselves for 35 and training again for our next half marathons - the first we will run together - I found myself thinking about how great it was that our lives have come full circle from Kindergarten to a couple of mother runners.

 

I kept thinking it would be an awesome gift to get her a bib/medal board. As I searched online, I couldn't help but think, "I can soooo make something like this!" And handmade is always better!

I remembered seeing some pieces of wood that I thought would be perfect for what I was brainstorming. Leftover pieces from when we finished our basement. I double checked with Handy Man that he didn't have any plans for them and I started my DIY project.

I used some of the left over, blue paint from refinishing the nightstand. I couldn't help but sand the edges just a tiny bit to distress the board and add a little character. I bought stencils, hooks and hanging-thingy-majiggy-hooks for the back.

I grabbed a pencil, drew a faint line so all of my letters would be straight and traced the saying I wanted on the plaque. Once I had carefully traced all of the letters, I went back and started erasing the guide lines.


Son of a monkey's uncle...

No! NO! NOOOOO!!!!


Well, shit. I had to go back and repaint over the darn letters I had just perfectly traced.

Plan B was to tap into my inner Macgyver and I whipped out an old roll of medical tape I took home after my second c-section the day Mr Blue Eyes was born. Handy Man wanted me to toss that in the trash years ago as well. SEE!!! The tape came in handy. I laid out perfect lines and then traced my stencils again.

I used some leftover white paint from the Milk Can Makeovers to paint the letters.


I was ready for hardware!

I attached the hanging-thingy-majiggy-hooks for the back.


I had quite a few hooks to put on the plaque. Handy Man agreed that pre-drilling the holes would be the easiest and fastest way to screw them all in. So, I found Handy Man's drill bit set while he was at work.


And grabbed his drill.


I then spent the better half of an hour trying to figure out where he kept that damn attachment to the drill that held that tiny little cork-screwy-drill-bit-thingy. I searched high and low in every darn drawer of his tool chest. I looked in his tool belt, all over the tool bench, and in every random bucket of crap. Finally, I was so mad that I couldn't find the missing piece, let alone do this on my own, that I almost threw myself on the ground in the middle of the garage and started to cry. I may or may not have had a welling of tears in my eyes at least one time because of my frustrations.

Just as I was about to toss the entire bloody project into the dumpster, I found a tool case and this was inside...


Why do all of these darn tools have to look the same?


If I were in charge, this crap would be color coded.

Back on track, I laid everything out like I envisioned the final project would look like.


I pre-drilled the holes and started manually screwing in all of the hooks for the bibs and the medals.


I was VERY pleased with the results.


Handy Man got home and I met him at the door with my masterpieces.
Yes, I made two. One for my Running Buddy and one for me!

Handy Man approved my craftsmanship but I could tell he was biting his tongue through a masked smile. I asked him, "What?!?!"

Handy Man said, "I just don't understand why you need to display your trophies on the wall at your age."

Oh really?!?!?

With daggers in eyes I said, "Right. Cause you never display YOUR trophies on the wall... at YOUR age?"


And that was the end of that conversation...

What a year. 
What a pile of miles in these shoes.








And I cherish every single one!




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