I bought a HOUSE.
oh HOUSE. Or really I bought a constant source of stress that requires immense physical, as well as financial exertion.
Anyone who has moved knows how exhausting it can be. As I was collapsing onto my makeshift bed on night two, I was feeling oh so guilty for not hitting up the gym between packing, unpacking, painting, cleaning and tearing my hair out.
But then I remembered that it is not about hours spent at the gym (or box or whatever you want to call it).
I totally fulfilled the the philosophy, as I understand it, behind the paleo/primal and subsequently crossfit, lifestyle during my move.
- Move around a lot at a slow pace: Cleaning, packing,
cryingfor four days straight pretty much covers that - Lift heavy things: I have a really awesome packing style where I put all the heaviest things conveniently in one giant box. Then I enjoy struggling to carry it out to the car, because of course I don't have a dolly, and then I'll quickly decide to
dropset it down in a mud puddle. I'll then lift that beast back up, attempting not to throw my back out, and shove it into the car. - Sprint occasionally: My lovely animals have made sure I get my fair share of sprinting. I now understand the expression "herding cats" but probably more literally than others... sigh....
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