Sunday! It’s lawn mowing day in the beautiful PNW – or at least in my neighborhood. Some people attend church. We heathens mow our lawns. I really used to dread this ritual because I had a cordless electric with an 18 inch cut whose battery was on its last leg. I have a fairly large yard, so it used to take up to 3 days to get it completely cut because it would run out of juice and have to be recharged so often.
So, I bought a new mower – a bigger, better cordless electric. It’s more powerful and has a 19 inch cut, so it’s really fast to cut the lawn now and I can do it all in one day. This is wonderful!
However, the damned thing is a lot heavier than the old one was and I have a hilly, uneven yard. The first time I used it, I thought I was going to have to hire someone just to push it around the yard! I was sweating like a pig!
But, that was about 3 weeks ago and I have since been going to the physical therapist for my back. She is torturing me with upper body strengthening and toning exercises and, much to my complete surprise – it’s working! For an old broad in her 50’s, I’m starting to look pretty buff!
The best thing is, when I mowed the lawn today I practically whipped through that chore. Not even a bead of perspiration crossed my brow.
I am not a workout queen, or princess, or lady-in-waiting, or whatever. I’d rather watch someone doing it on TV. However, this has really emphasized the benefits of the agony my therapist is putting me through and the walking I’ve been doing for the last year.
So, next Sunday when I’m out there again, I’ll remember the benefits of my PT’s words, “Shape up and quit whining!”
But I'll still silently call her a bitch!