Lasterday I spent some time digging holes in the back yard to hide bad compost from rats in. I just want to let you all know that these were some quality ass holes, all square and three feet down. Seriously, I felt bad dumping a bunch of putrid meat that the upstairs neighbors decided was compost in there. Today, I’m really sore, mostly in my palms, upper arms and core, and I can’t believe how much of a wuss I am about it.
I guess, when your job and all your hobbies are sedentary, and you cook and eat to feel better about the world, your body gets weak. I know this to be true. And yet, the motivation to go for long walks, or ride