Moving Wood PilesI used to go to my city gyms to work out. You know the drill: you get to the super stylized locations of fitness and feel really pumped and charged. That is until you get to the change room. At this point it is a 50/50 chance of seeing a bronze Goddess with fake boobs nonchalantly and very visibly changing out of her bum-floss aerobic wear and you end up feeling like a bag of….well, you know. With the wind quickly stripped from your workout sails you get to your machine and attempt to get fit in 30 minutes or less.

Although I now belong to an excellent community oriented gym in our small town, that is more like going to a friendly English pub (as all ages hang out there), I try to get my workouts in while “working the farm”. This translates into small minuscule projects that don’t require a lot of machine operation or heavy lifting. So, I have gladly become the woodpile-girl. I happily schlep these logs to and fro to get the benefit of: an excellent workout,  heat for our farmhouse (as I am a cold-a-phobe) and it keeps our front lawn free of wood chips and debris.

Martha Stewart has NOTHING on my wood stacking technique. I publicly challenge her to a wood-stacking duel.

Ann

PS: I now have to have a hot bath as my back is killing me.