
I’ll tell you what. The only thing worse than moving is moving when you’re out of shape. Luckily for me, the only pain I’m feeling from the eight hours of moving I did yesterday is on my poor feet, which succumbed to blisters caused by wearing tennis shoes for toooooo long. My muscles, while a bit fatigued, feel fine. I’m not sore, I can lift my arms above my head, and if I had to, I could do 100 squats right this second.
I owe it all to Body Pump.
Everyone knows moving is terrible and the worst part about it for me in the past was always the intense muscle pain I’d feel for several days after the move. Yesterday commenced my SIXTH move in Orlando, including my original move from Fort Lauderdale. Every time I’ve moved myself and every time I have felt the pain. Not this time, though. Even though it was just Dan and me doing all the heavy lifting, even though my wingspan was too short to safely pick up the couch, even though we had to make several trips, we did it and my muscles feel just fine. And this was after spending two days painting walls!
I think I often take for granted what working on my strength has done for my body. Of course I know that working out and lifting weights has made me stronger, but it’s not until I do something like move or paint or house-flip do I realize how much I’ve actually done for my body.
It’s a good thing for me to remember. These days I’ve been struggling with being appreciative of everything I’ve accomplished and the move was a good reminder of what I can physically do and how strong I really am, even though I don’t look it.
I still would have paid the $300 for movers though. It would have been worth it for the time saved, but Dan talked me out of it. I won’t be fooled next time.















