But as fate would have it, he mistimed his first hurdle and crashed into the ground, rupturing his old injury and putting him out of medal contention. At first he hopped off the track towards the tunnel, away from the crowd and, I'm sure, in an effort to conceal tears of disappointment. Athletes stumbling in the preliminary round is nothing new, so why did Xiang make headlines across the world?
Because he got up. He hobbled back onto the track and limped his way toward the finish line. He stopped to kiss the last hurdle, most likely his last gesture at an Olympic games. And he was carried the final few feet across the finish line by his competitors.
I'm telling myself this story because, we hit a hurdle today (two, actually). First, the cost of the city mandated repairs is actually double the original estimate, which will now take up our entire remodeling budget. And if that wasn't enough, our contractor called this morning and can no longer do the work on our house.
Ouch. Feels like we just crashed and burned and we barely made it out of the gate.
Not going to lie, this sucks. It's not easy to look at your dream house and start second guessing your decision, or worse, contemplate the idea of actually walking away from it. It's hard seeing your friends and family move into homes where the biggest setback was scrapping off wallpaper in the kitchen. It's also humbling to be reminded that this probably isn't the first hurdle we're going to hit, and the anticipation of future pain is a hard pill to swallow.
"What's next?" you ask? Thankfully, Josh is part of this equation because my gut reaction is to curl up in bed with ice cream and delete all those Pinterest ideas I've been collecting the past four weeks while whimpering loud enough for Josh to hear. He had a good sulk, and then made some phone calls to find us another contractor.
This is why I love my husband; because he doesn't focus on the hurdles, he focuses on the finish line.
So we're back in the race...
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