Here’s my 342nd workout of 2025: “OMG. Saturday chores including rearranging shed to get access to Christmas bins, putting away all the outdoor furniture, getting out the snow tires, dropping car off to get tires changed, walking home, walking back to pick up car. 6k + steps, 12+ flights of stairs. Sarah did most of the heavy lifting for a change. Can I have a nap now?”
After that workout this year, for the first time, we’re paying the garage to store our summer tires. I’ve always thought it was odd that some of the same friends who belonged to gyms where they flipped tires as a workout, and who had space, paid someone to store their off season tires. But here we are.
That said, I’m not flipping tires at the gym anymore either.
Up until this year I’ve enjoyed the challenge of lifting out all the tires (we store the kids’ winter tires too) and putting away the out of season ones. But now thanks to the hiatial hernia I’m not allowed to do any heavy lifting. So the garage can keep our off season tires, and this feels like a concession of some sort.
I tell myself I’m not giving in. It’s the sensible thing. It’s the right thing. But I’m grumpy and out of sorts about it.
And yes, I tried rolling them but that involves bending at the middle which is also bad.
And yes, I know almost all of my friends pay to store their off season tires. That doesn’t help.
I’m still lifting at the gym, lighter weights, with a personal trainer who knows what’s up, but my days of moving heavy stuff around the house might be over. Bah.
I’ll get used to the new me. But I’m giving myself some space to be sad about it too.
Here’s how I felt after all the shed sorting and tire shuffling.
Three sleeping dogs– Cheddar, Charlie, and Chase
