Yesterday I noticed something about myself. As those of you following my meager attempts at this blogging business know I quit smoking cold turkey a little over eight months ago and with the money I've saved I have been improving things here at home and even splurging a bit for my vacation and aquiring this and that for home use. One of those things I've been wanting is a tiller for my garden. So instead of looking around for one to borrow or rent I bought a nice Craftsman front tine tiller. Big deal you might say? I'm getting to that. Yesterday after a hot day at work I tilled up my mother's garden. It's a big one. Lots of sweat and wrestling with the tiller on that one. Then I came into town and tilled new ground for a friend so he could also grow a few things he likes and save money at the store come August and September. Really sweaty. And the tiller bounced here and there untill I dug up and loamed a 20x30 foot space where grass use to grow. When I was done I had in fact used the tiller for about five sweaty hours. Sweaty but something was missing.
I wasn't tired. I should have been, but I wasn't. When I got home it dawned on me in the shower. I quit smoking over eight months ago and I wasn't tired after all day at work then wrestling a garden tiller another five hours. Because I had no trouble breathing. Air could get into my lungs easily and feed the blood stream. I wasn't stressed for oxygen. This time last year I would be huffing and puffing trying to grab all the air I could while taking a break....and having a cigarette at the same time. For the first time in over thirty years I felt pretty damn good after a day of exercise and good honest sweat. I forgot what that felt like. Feels damn good.
Now if I can just find a way to reverse gray hair..........
I wasn't tired. I should have been, but I wasn't. When I got home it dawned on me in the shower. I quit smoking over eight months ago and I wasn't tired after all day at work then wrestling a garden tiller another five hours. Because I had no trouble breathing. Air could get into my lungs easily and feed the blood stream. I wasn't stressed for oxygen. This time last year I would be huffing and puffing trying to grab all the air I could while taking a break....and having a cigarette at the same time. For the first time in over thirty years I felt pretty damn good after a day of exercise and good honest sweat. I forgot what that felt like. Feels damn good.
Now if I can just find a way to reverse gray hair..........
