April 19

I moved five tons of paver gravel today all by myself, except for the last half hour when I finally gave up and asked Robin to help. My body is just done. Every muscle hurts and I can barely keep my eyes open. This weekend was so much more work than I expected. I underestimated how much material had to be moved by over 8 tons. The worst part is after all the work I did this weekend, all I have to show for it is the same exact pile of crap that was in my driveway, just somewhere else. I am not going for a run tomorrow. These last two days were the hardest workout of my whole life. I’m tired but proud. The work that’s left isn’t easy, but it’s nowhere near this hard, so whew.