A Painful Week

Work has ruled my life lately, it hasn't been a bad thing altogether either.I was sore in most places from my 45min 10k last Saturday so training was out until the soreness disappeared and we were just about to open our first weight loss and wellness clinic.An overnight stay in Mooloolaba (very busy running area) confirmed our future supply and direction of our business and then I returned home to get the news that my family's home since 1973 had for the most part burned to the ground.

When I arrived to the place, the roof had caved in and was slowly burning everything inside the house that could possibly be burned.There was a crane suspended firie sending a solitary stream of water into the middle of the house but it seemed to be mostly for no result.There was no injury to family or the menagerie of pets that Mum and Dad kept there but over 30 years you accumulate so many things of personal value that it's like losing a member of the family.

The fire apparently started with the seemimgly harmless hanging of some shirts on an upturned light fitting by a local lady that does some ironing for Mum every once in a while.The shirts caught fire and the wooden ceiling and walls in the entry hall did the rest.I really feel sorry for Mum's ironing lady because she is feeling responsible for it but there was no way she could have foreseen that my 6yr old nephew would start turning lights on without being able to gauge the flashpoint of the hanging shirts.We will be spending the weekend salvaging whatever we can and making lists of contents for insurance etc before deciding whether to rebuild or not.It's all very sad, less so for me because I moved from the area 6 years ago but the place held so many wonderful family gatherings that it may be too hard to try and replace it.

That was the emotionally painful part of the week, the physically painful came this morning when I had the most painful massage ever.The soreness from last week was just hanging around far too long and I knew I should be training again soon.The bloke at the State Sports Centre Homebush talked my ear off while doing a psoas release (deep muscle in the belly area beside the hip) - hurt like hell and the talk was annoying but may have been distracting too.No pain now so he obviously knew what he was doing - I'd definitely recommend him.

Off to search for some more bottles of red wine in the mess - we found our prized 1971 Penfold's Grange with ash and water stains all over it in a wrought iron rack yesterday!Anything's a bonus after that find.