The weekend

"Oof! Grunt. Groan, Ahh!"

Shanae, aka "The Boss," called from the next room, "Did you overdo it again? What am I saying, of COURSE you overdid it, you always do!"

I was in the process of rising from the couch and was seemingly stuck in a crouch; my lower back muscles had seized up. Again.

"Take any ibuprofen for your back yet," she said, as she rounded the corner into the family room.

Not waiting for me to reply or attempt to lie to her, she went on, "Go take some. Why do you always overdo it?"

After 13 plus years of marriage, there was no need to answer; she knows me better than I know myself. In fact, we know what the other is going to say in most situations that there have been times when one of us have delivered both sides of an argument while the other stood there, mute. I've even fast-forwarded at the beginning of a tense situation to going straight to the couch, it's just more efficient that way.

As predicted, Joshua and I worked on stripping paint, sanding, and caulking our bay window. I had no idea it would be so much work but it's turned out to be a boon for muscle development! Josh and I must have spent at least eight or nine hours each wielding paint scrapers and electric sanders this weekend. I can't speak for him but my core also got a work-out, and now I'm paying for it. Or is that "paining for it?" Either way, my back hurts.

I've always had issues with my lower back muscles. There's nothing clinically wrong with it, it's just bad posture and weak muscles. One of the benefits of being more fit is a less-achy back. This enables me to do more yard work and not have to lay around the house moaning for the next day or two. On second thought..... that doesn't sound too bad at all! I'm kidding, seriously.

Joshua tells me he's still working out, though he hasn't at all this weekend. I assume it's because I have him working with me on the bay window. He assures me that for The Challenge, I'm going down. We'll see.