No, this is not clickbait where I post some catchy title just to get you to look at it then I tell you some story that has nothing to do with the title...
Friday came and I pulled up to the gym and I could see, immediately, that something was missing. The tire that we have been using to start off every training session for the last 6 weeks...was GONE! I looked around and I didn't see anything else missing so I figured that maybe a neighbor borrowed it for something or some kids just rolled it to a neighbor's house...or anything except for "it was just stolen".
But it was stolen. I was ready to train but all I could think about was my missing tire and WHY someone would steal it so I spent nearly 2 hours driving around the neighborhood looking for it. Nothing. Wherever it was, it was hidden, or it was on a tractor. I went home, sad. Really freaking sad. I've barely been ABLE to train the last month and this is what I get.
Saturday I decided to go back to the gym to train and I notice that all of my small tires were now gone too. How low can I get?
Sunday rolled around and I ventured back down to the Church down the street and guess what...a stack of burned tires, still warm. And then the priest pulled up in his car and after talking to him he said that my tires were burned the night before and 2 nights before that in the church parking lot. Basically he went on to say "Boys will be boys" and walked away.
You know, I've been robbed this year and I was robbed last year at the exact same time. Last year The Mayor decided to come to my gym and take an Atlas Stone and never return it. After some "serious conversations" he returned it and it broke the next time it was touched. This year it was 2 boys, the police know who it was but they decided not to do anything because they know the children's families.
Honestly, it isn't the fact that they stole a tire that I can replace but it is the fact that two people stole from me, someone who has pride in the country and the community where I live and train. I'm nice to everyone and those tires have/had deep meaning to me as I brought most of them from The USA some 14 years ago. They survived everything except two boys (and a priest?) with a can of gasoline in the church parking lot.
I've been knocked down a lot lately and I've tried to keep it behind closed doors but I just might lose it one day soon.
Yes...this is what my tires looked like being burned from the highway...
