Over the course of the last two weeks I have awakened almost every muscle in my dormant body. Imagine hiking up steep vertical inclines carrying cases of small trees and buckets of fertilizer. I've practiced stepping over hidden streams buried in tall grasses and balanced my way over slick rocks to cross waterfalls. I've been thankful for waterproof boots EVERY DAY!
Want more? Ok- build a duck house. First you need the massive fallen trees transported down to the edge of the cliff. We don't need no stinkin' machinery. We got (wo)man power. It took a couple hours but we moved those things by god. It's time for sod. First load each heavy ream into the wheelbarrow and boy did I learn how to move a wheelbarrow loaded with turf. I just knew my shoulders were going to turn green and bust out of my t-shirt Hulk style. Then create the little individual duck apartments. Take a hammer, turn it around to get the claw in good on the edge and smack a piece of wood to split it into smaller pieces. Repeat over and over. Then take the boxes and attach to aforementioned heavy beam using nail and hammer. I also took a go at the sledgehammer, electric drill and a couple other medieval looking manual tools. They started teasing me that I was turning into a man and would have to buy new clothes- not for losing weight but for my massive muscles I was forming.
But all that can't compare to the cardio. One day alone we walked over 18km into town- with a detour UP a mountain to see the waterfall. My lungs are working like they'll never stop.
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