This weekend Meg and I helped one of our sons move his family into a new apartment near the high school. We carried stuff up the stairs, down the stairs, up again, down again. Repeat a couple of hundred times. And that was just at the old apartment. Similar actions also happened at the new place.
I learned a couple of things:
First: While my brain tells me that I am in my early twenties, the rest of me tells me otherwise. No matter which way I move today, some muscle or another is tweaked into the it's attention mode. Attention comes in two ways: soreness or pain. Sometimes both.
Second: Aspirin, Aleve, and similar medications are not as effective for me as they used to be.
Those who know me know that I'm kinda out of shape. I haven't been to any gym for a year or two now. Had I paid more attention to my muscles and aerobic capacity the toll surely would have been less.
So, I'm turning over a new leaf There's a lesson to be learned here. I've got to get into shape pronto.
In a week or two I'm going to sign up with a fitness center.
