I was very proud of myself on Monday being able to do all that snowblowing. Now I’m not so sure if proud is the right word since I’m still sore and can’t lift my left arm much higher than my shoulder without it popping. What’s that all about? I eat whatever I want and don’t work out a lick. How am I not in shape??
The good news (for me) is that I’m faring better than the snowblower. It died last night. At least I survived!