Right now my back is sore. My knees feel like they’re a few short steps from buckling. And my ankles are definitely on the sore end of the scale.
And you know what?
I’m happy.
This isn’t the post workout pleasure I feel, but it is one of a satisfaction for a good hard work. This weekend I moved dozens and dozens of boxes. Shelves. Books. DVDs. Clothes and more. We’re 90% into the new house. All that really remains is the garage full of stuff that largely we haven’t used in over a year (with notable exceptions.)
The house is awesome. It has a shower with lots of hot water (as opposed to the bucketful in the last one) it has a fenced yard and it has a great layout for hosting people over.
I hurt, but it means I’ve done good work.
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