The clean up begins.

Monday February 25, 2008 was the date of my first post. The significance: It’s also the day that the area under our house went under water. Well contrary to one of my previous posts, I have managed to combine enough time, motivation and physical ability to get under there and start the arduous task of cleaning it up. I am not rushing. It’s been there two months now so it doesn’t really matter how much longer it takes. I am also weary about spending a whole day down there in one big stint in case I am subjecting myself to disease. I’d rather just take my time and not get too immersed in it.

I actually started it yesterday. Gathered up all the big things that needed taking to the dump. Chucked a washing machine, clothes dryer, barbecue and all the timber from the handrail on our front steps. At this point I need to make sure that I publicly thank our friends for the loan of their trailer. I am of the belief that they are one of the very few people who regularly read this blog and therefore this could be a good place to say thanks and also maybe to ask…”ummm…is it ok if I borrow it again?”. I am onto the smaller stuff now. Things such as power tools and a lot of my wife’s craft stuff. When I say smaller, each individual item is not big, but the pile I have already gathered is quite large and growing all the time.

Once I got to the point where I realised I was going to have so much more rubbish and currently no way of getting rid of it, I decided to shift my focus to cleaning up the things I am keeping. I have been wanting to clean up my weight bench for ages, so I started on that. My dad bought me my weight bench when I was 18. I am now 33. When I first got it, I used it 3 or 4 times a week, for a solid year. It didn’t do a thing for my physique. Yeah I got stronger, but I was still as skinny as. I weighed 56 Kilo. Not that I minded being stronger, but my goal was to put on some size and improve my physical appearance. I was wasting my time. I just could not build muscle. I was taking those weight gaining powders and eating plenty of carbs and protein, but I was getting nowhere. So I gave up. Haven’t touched them again since, but I have kept that bench all this time because I knew I would one day fill out and be able to build bulk. Well I filled out quite some time ago and have still yet to get back into the weights. So now is the time.

I am not bothering to tell anyone. Every time I tell someone that I am going to get into weights, they generally look at me and laugh. I am still pretty skinny and weak as water. Heck I’m so weak that I am too scared to kick sand in my own face. I am afraid my shadow will beat the piss out of me. I never really understood why they laughed at me. I mean…what?...do you have to be strong and muscly to do weights? Why would I need to do weights if I was already strong and muscly? And for that matter, how am I going to get strong in the first place? Anyways it doesn’t really matter, there’s no point talking about it. I might as well just get in and do it. Even my wife, who is very encouraging, thinks I am funny when I tell her I want to do weights. But I think that’s because no matter how many times I say it, I never follow through.

And by the way, don’t think that I don’t know how silly it sounds to say “I’m not telling anyone” on a weblog accessible to the entire world. Judging by the number of hits I get, and how many comments I have received so far, I’m technically still not telling anyone.

Anyways, so I have spent the last part of my afternoon cleaning up the bench and getting her ready for her first spin. Just waiting now until I have my dinner then I think I will go down there and get into it. Will let you know how I go. Unless of course I just don’t go at all. In which case you will work it out anyways cos you won’t hear any more about it.