With a combined weight of close to 600 pounds, moving each of the two boxes was a real life test physically and mentally. I was asked if I could help move these boxes from the truck and up a few steps to the back yard. I agreed wholeheartedly without seeing them, but I assumed from the casualness and tone of the request that the boxes were a maximum weight of 50 pounds each. It turned out that the first box weighed almost 300 pounds and the second box weighed just over 300 pounds. They were huge boxes. No, began to seem like the better answer, but I already said yes. I had to try. I had to try because of all the time I spend lifting weights at the gym. I had to try and see if my physical strength that exists during my workout could be applied to lifting boxes, when tasked, at any given time of day. It took some lifting, maneuvering, breathing, and breaks, but with the help of the shipping guy, we managed to get both boxes to right spot in the back yard. It is important to consider the notion of injury when lifting something this heavy. I used the form that I use when working out. I didn’t say no and I didn’t give up until the boxes were safely where they were meant to be. I knew I could do it because I do it on an almost daily basis in the gym.
It happened to be back and legs day for me as well. So when I got to the gym later, I felt as though gym would be a breeze after the boxes moving escapade. I do enjoy working out, but it’s never easy. It wasn’t today either. It’s not supposed to be easy. If it is, it means it’s time to add some more weight. Moving the boxes wasn’t a complete workout, but I would say that it was a good and complete test!