My soft body is paying the price for my sloth.

I spent yesterday clearing some of the backyard of undergrowth/overgrowth never realizing what a task it would be. It started out innocently enough, with some weeding and a little raking that is until the tines of my rake fell out like so many teeth after a particularly nasty fight. Which was fine with me even though I was down $6.94 for my brand new rake because the weeding and raking felt too sedate. I was in need of some adventure and the perfect place for the was to tackle the “vine problem”.

Vines are choking many of the trees in our backyard, killing some and creating some extraordinary nests of dead branches some 30′ in the air. To address the problem I judiciously cut the vines back at the root, cleared some of the undergrowth, and then proceeded to swing and bounce up and down like a fool in the hopes I would dislodge their tenuous grasp. I bounced and swung, ran and yanked, cursed and pleaded all in the hopes that I would hear a satisfying crack and the panic inducing whip sound of a vine pulled free. After a couple of hours I managed to pull down the worst of the offenders though at a steep price.

The price was not paid yesterday so I kept on moving felling dead trees and cutting them up for firewood. It was exhilarating activity, something I haven’t gotten since I graduated college. The iRiver was loaded with the appropriate playlists and kept my spirits high from the fast beats of D:Fuse to the melancholy and contemplative strains of Nick Drake. It was a good day and I felt very much alive. Today is different.

Today, I cannot turn my head. Today, I have trouble sitting. Today, I realize that maybe raking and weeding aren’t so bad after all.

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