Still moving, but my body isn’t

I would not recommend moving out of your 2nd floor apartment with a western exposure on a clear, sunny afternoon of 90 degrees. My brother and his friend earned every penny we paid them to load a truck full of dressers and SteelCase desks. I loaded and unloaded 5 carloads worth of boxes and assorted stuff, and was surprised by how much you can cram into a 2002 Saturn SL1. And still, I have not yet moved everything out of my apartment. There are wall hangings to take down, kitchen items to box, more clothes to toss into bags. I don’t even have that much stuff, but it is amazing how exhausting it can be to move what little stuff I have. I have a true appreciation for what my mother went through every time we moved to a different state. I can’t imagine having to pack everything at once instead of gradually transporting all my stuff across town like I’m doing now.

My body is sore, and I’m glad I have a week of wiggle room in my Couch to 5K training, because I need to recuperate. Near the end of moving day, I bent over to pick something up and stretched my right calf a wee bit too far. Now it hurts to push off of that leg. Plus, my back begins to protest every time I pick up a heavy box. I’m just plain tuckered out.

The good news is that the cable man came yesterday afternoon and hooked everything up, surprising me with their efficiency of service. Well played, Comcast. Well played. I no longer have to lean against the far bedroom wall to steal wi-fi from my neighbor’s unsecured network. The kitties are adjusting well, and now that they have more space perhaps they won’t try to kill each other every single night, just on high holidays. I also ate pizza for the first time in a long time as dinner on moving day and felt absolutely no guilt because of all the exercise I’d done in the morning and afternoon. Yum, pepperoni and cheese never tasted so good.