Working On A Quirky Graph

Finished my second 5K of the year this weekend. Also unloaded and spread more wood chips than I ever want to see again, and put out 9 large bags of dirt which is still not enough.

Needless to say my body is in revolt. My back and right knee hurt, my right wrist is super tender as well. Holding anything with weight to it is out of the question, but at least I got a majority of the wood spread, covering not just the back yard, but also the front beds and the street lawn, the space between the sidewalk and the street. Big rain is coming this week so I needed to get most of it distributed before it was cemented down. At least it was a good workout.

A friend came by with her daughter to help out today. After a certain point my body wasn’t going to let me do too much more, but I felt so bad because she was way overheated. I knew she wanted to help, but should have made her sit in the shade longer.

We did get so much done and I’m super thankful for her and her daughter’s help. Especially since I had just walked the 5K in the morning. I’m a little sad that there wasn’t a medal, but a certificate at the end. I’m just glad I was able to do it.

Although I have a sneaking suspicion that I may have been the last to arrive. There were 3 types, a 1.5 mile, a walking 5K and a running 5K. I did the walking one as neither my knees or my lungs are remotely prepared to run any sort of distance. I also made good time, cutting at least 2 minutes a mile off my time from the previous week. There were only a handful of people in this particular event however so I absolutely could’ve been the last to show up. I was by myself for much of the last mile so I assume everyone else came in ahead of me.

And this is not a terrible thing. I got out, I walked and stirred the air in my lungs and the blood in my heart and was able to disconnect for a bit. With work and the move constantly sitting on my last anxious nerve, it was nice to just appreciate the bird song, the random snippets of conversation I would catch as I moved past a group or they moved past me or even my own heavy breathing as I went up a hill.

It only seems right that I deal with the fallout, cause I’m not as young as I used to be and I have to keep that in mind when I decide to tear up my backyard all by myself.

First though, I let the rains come and do what they need to in the back. And start packing up the kitchen. It’s time to get the bigger pieces that I don’t mess with a lot into boxes. Keep a few plates, and the silverware, but the larger pans and pots, those can be dropped into boxes for the movers to maneuver to the house.