Last Thursday started like any other day. I woke up, added a spoonful of peanut butter to my to-go cup of overnight oats, and headed out the door in time for a 9am call. I opened the door only to find a note taped to our door, timed 6am, from a downstairs neighbor informing us that our back garage door was open. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach from the minute I read the note and immediately told Aaron we needed to see what was going on. We use our garage for extra storage, and it’s separated from the condo building by a courtyard. It backs up to a (dark) alley and has a flimsy, old wooden door that we fastened with a padlock.
We lifted the garage door the rest of the way and stood there in shock in front of a nearly empty garage. Our skis, camping gear, luggage…even a kayak…were all gone, many of them wedding gifts. I’ve never felt so personally invaded in my life. The only items untouched were a few boxes in the back with Christmas decorations and old yearbooks. We could tell that the intruders had attempted to take our new bikes, but luckily Aaron had locked them up additionally to posts in the garage. It’s ironic because I remember being irritated as he took the extra time to do that when we first brought them down there. I thought: this is such a waste of time. Now, I’m so thankful for his foresight. I’m also thankful for our neighbor’s note, or we would have never gone out back before leaving for the office. We learned that he keeps an eye on the garages as this type of break-in is relatively common in our area. It’s affluent and there are often big-ticket items kept in these garages, particularly outdoor gear.
Thank goodness we have renter’s insurance, but I’m kicking myself for not taking good photographs of what was inside the garage. I can tell it’s going to be a long and painful process to try to recoup our losses. More life lessons learned.
On a more positive note, I have some fun new toys that WEREN’T stolen.
Camelbak hydration jogging belt – perfect for my long runs. And of course, I’ve stocked up on Clif shot gels for training.
And my absolute FAVORITE new toy – my Trek bike which I found on Craigslist for a steal.
The bike is only two years old and barely used. Aaron and I live right outside the Cherry Creek Trail, which you can take north or south around town, avoiding all traffic. We’ve biked towards downtown a few times to take in the gorgeous views of the city skyline and of course browse the flagship REI store (pictured here). I have to admit that I wasn’t stable on the bike at first seeing that the last one I remember riding included back-pedaling to brake (aka when I was a child), but I’ve already taken it for a few long spins.
Plus, Denver just won the REI bike town showdown and it truly is amazing how bike-friendly our city is. Bike lanes along most major thoroughfares and a widely used bike-share program. Seeing that I live less than a mile from work, I see myself riding this bad boy to work most days. That is, when I replace my stolen bike baskets!