And we’re back to deflowering the virgin fat. I haven’t weighed this little in my entire adult life. Odd to think Buffy the Vampire Slayer wasn’t even on the air the last time I weighed this little.
Thursday I walked out to my car in the parking lot after work and noticed the front passenger tire was somewhat deflated. I inspected the rim and noticed it was dented, undoubtedly from one of the numerous potholes in the street. If we cooked a roast in every pothole in this city we could feed the homeless for a day. I tried using my Fix-a-flat spray which sprays rubbery gunk into the tire as well as inflates it. However, it was about 30 degrees out and that gunk decided it was too cold to come out of the can.
Spare tire it was! And not the one around my waist, though that one’s pretty deflated too. There was about 20 seconds when I seriously considered calling up to my office and getting one of the guys I work with to help me. But then I thought, “Screw that. I can change my own damn tire.” It was light out and I was in a safe area, so there wasn’t any reason not to.
I spent the next 30 minutes figuring out how to unscrew the tire from the trunk of the car, figuring out how to work a jack and forcing those lug nuts to let go of there clinging need to stay attached to my tire. Grrr, you lug nuts are no match for my new muscles! I prevailed and got the spare tire on there.
At which time I discovered the spare was kind of flat too.
At that point I figured it didn’t matter which semi-deflated tire I rode home on. I got the hell out of there and inflated the tire at a gas station later.
All that kneeling on cold concrete, squatting down to check the position of the jack, forcing those damn lug nuts off – all that would have exhausted me two years ago. But this week I just muddled through it without much physical stress at all. My butt and glutes were a bit sore yesterday though.
Becoming more fit and physically powerful has made me more willing to take on challenges like this in my life. Sure, it’s just a spare tire, but I did it myself! Now I’m going to go to Firestone and get it repaired all on my own too. Look at me, all independent and confident! The pride and accomplishment that comes from physical fitness bleeds into other areas of my life in the most unexpected ways.