Posts Tagged ‘tired muscles’
Over Cooked
I worked outside in the humid heat yesterday for a little too long. My clothes were saturated with my sweat and my fingers were getting pruney even though I’d long ago ditched the gloves that were too soaked to be any good to me. I knew I was pushing the limits of my stamina but I wanted to finish some mowing with the push mower.
As I made my way to the shop garage to put away the mower, I could tell my muscle response was getting rather sluggish. It was past my dinner time and my body was running on fumes. Even my hearing and vision started to waver a bit as I cleaned up the deck of the mower before slowly making my way back to the house.
Before I could even peel off the soaked clothes that were clinging to my body, I succumbed to a powerful desire to lay down for a few minutes so no muscles needed to do any work at all. The cool tile floor of our sunroom fit the bill nicely. What a relief to immediately rest my entire body.
When I did try to move again, my muscles wanted to cramp. Cyndie brought me an iced electrolyte concoction to drink.
I was cooked. Overcooked. Cyndie offered to serve dinner, which I needed, but I was feeling nauseous and asked for a brief delay before eating. Getting out of my soaked clothes was going to feel good but I wasn’t looking forward to the effort it would require.
The reward for that effort came in the form of a shower. It was weird to enter the shower with hands already pruned and then have the pruning intensify. I wanted to make it short because I was too tired to stand for long but our shower has a spot to sit. My body chose to spend a few seconds seated under the spray whether my mind wanted to or not.
The air conditioning has been on in the house for a couple of days and that soon had me feeling colder than I wanted to be, which is weird after being too hot just 15 minutes earlier.
I started the day using our hedge trimmer to clean up the new growth on the natural green wall along our north loop trail. That tool is my new favorite, for sure. We now have two pathways tunneling beneath the branches of our big willow tree.
We got new blades for the little Stihl hand-trimming chain saw so I put one on and cut down some pine branches that were sagging into the pathway. What a huge difference a sharp chain makes.
The clouds have disrupted our viewing of the first supermoon of the month. Cyndie captured an interesting cloud formation on Wednesday that looked downright tornadic when I viewed it on the small screen of my phone upon receiving it from her in a text.
See what I mean?
Looks like we will be waiting for the blue moon at the end of the month for that eery glow illuminating views out our windows in the middle of the night. Cue the howling coyotes…
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Ladder Work
Yesterday was a day on the ladder for me as we completed the job of applying a new coat of sealer on the wood siding of the shop garage. Climbing up and down all day is a fair amount of work, but I think the more intense exercise causing my residual stiffness today is from the unconscious-nervous-flexed-muscle tension while I was balancing on the precarious perch.
I’m not all that thrilled by heights.
It was worth the discomfort though, because what does thrill me is having the flaky siding now freshly sealed against the elements.
I wish that was all the sealing that needed to be done. The house really should receive a fresh coat, as well.
Will we have enough dry days for that to happen before cold weather sets in?
Time will tell. I have that pesky nuisance of a day-job that tends to get in the way of finishing projects at home.
Oh, and sometimes other distractions pop up on the weekends, like a fabulous barbecue event hosted by a special friend, followed by a trip to downtown Minneapolis to see Brian Wilson perform the classic Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds album in its entirety.
Not a lot of work going to happen this dry sunny day. Tired muscles get a break.
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