With orders to stay at home and weather finally warming up I am catching up on some overdue yard projects. This past week I've spread a couple cubic yards of mulch around the flower beds, extended a retaining wall with seven cement blocks, mowed the lawn, assembled a new fire pit and relaid 10 sq feet of paving blocks for a fire pit base.
These are all things I used to do routinely, but now that I'm out of shape and decrepit (and had my 61st birthday this week), I am feeling I so old I am beginning to wonder if I will ever be able to carry a backpack over a mountain again.
I could barely lift the 50 lb bag of sand for setting the paving stones, much less carry it across the yard. I then thought of all those people who hike with 50 lb packs. Not that I would have a 50 lb packs, but I felt I should at least be able to pick up a bag of sand. Feeling defeated, I guess.
These are all things I used to do routinely, but now that I'm out of shape and decrepit (and had my 61st birthday this week), I am feeling I so old I am beginning to wonder if I will ever be able to carry a backpack over a mountain again.
I could barely lift the 50 lb bag of sand for setting the paving stones, much less carry it across the yard. I then thought of all those people who hike with 50 lb packs. Not that I would have a 50 lb packs, but I felt I should at least be able to pick up a bag of sand. Feeling defeated, I guess.