When It Hurts To Type, You KNOW You've Overdone the Yardwork

But you know what? I feel so self-satisfied right now I should have yellow feathers sticking out of my grin. But I think I need to watch that analogy. Sylvester the Cat always gets gotten by Tweety Bird in the end.

Wanna see what I did, though? May 08 At Home

The story is (and I am sticking to it) that I woke up this morning at 8 and was all chipper and called a friend and said "Let's go to Lowe's and get some bedding plants!" She was like... yeah! Let's go spend Laura's money! LOL Well, we found some terrific things, and I am SO happy... except that I decided to till the entire four foot width from the house to the street myself with a claw hand-tiller before I started planting, then I raked in manure... and will add in the mulch this weekend, when I plant the black-eyed susans and the white marigolds. I was feeling all chipper and great and can-do! I planted heather and geraniums and ivy and hosta and all sorts of stuff... then I planted my tomatoes and realized I needed to come in and take a bath before the contractors came with the CH&A stuff because I was covered in mud and manure.

WELL, I got in the tub and came to the realization that I had REALLY OVERDONE IT. Like ... I don't know if I will be able to move tomorrow morning. Every time I sit down I think it will be my last, and every time I stand up my feet feel like painful bubbles. No blisters anywhere - even on my pampered hands which are protesting the typing I am doing right now - but OMG... I HURT.

So much for being all chipper. I'd like to say I've learned my lesson, but sadly, this is all part of a pattern of stubbornness and bullheadedness I inherited from my grandmother, and from her ancestors long before her. LOL. I'm doomed. Crash simply laughs and shakes his head; he's been down this road with me before and HE learns from his mistakes. Me? I'm a hopeless, lost cause.

And I am laughing now only becuase I have a muscle relaxant and Tylenol on board. OMG. Tomorrow morning. I dread tomorrow morning.

Wish me something kind? Or at least wish me some smarts for next time??

Thx.

Comments

[ann]

Whenyou recover, come on over. My yard needs some serious love!

[juffie]

Yea, well, I do thirty reps three times when my trainer says 10 reps twice, and swim an eighth of a mile with weights in my hands when she says two lengths ... but hey, that's what makes us great the rest of the time. Heal up, girl, and I'll try to take it easy in tomorrow's workout, "In Biddie's name, Amen"