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Some observations, more or less in the order they came to me: 1) The shoveling movement at least is right on. It's exactly what I've been doing since the noreaster hit Friday. 2) Despite my training, it's still hard. It's like training for the marathon vs. actually running it. Not quite, but you get the picture. I'm stunned that people (miners, etc) were/are able to do this kind of physical labor 10 hours a day 6 days a week. 3) My arms, and not my back, were the first body parts to cry "uncle." This surprised me a little, but I think it's a good sign. People tend not to throw out their biceps, after all. They're also easier to assess the condition of visually (and mine look just fine, thank you). The back is like the slowest member of a rowing team: if it can keep pace, you can fly. 4) As you might imagine, I was a little overzealous. I didn't really have to shovel quite as much as I did. But despite this overzealousness, I didn't overexert myself. I was sore, exhausted, totally wiped out after the first afternoon, but in a good way. Nothing 8 hours sleep and a few thousand calories couldn't fix. Nothing hurt the next morning, and I was able to go right to it again, and again, and again (the plow keeps giving me more to do). 5) Here's an odd perk: I had fun. It's possible there is some he-man in Cambridge MA who is a better shoveler than I, but I doubt he enjoyed it half as much. An *actually* useful movement, done in the right spirit, is even more satisfying than a potentially useful one. If only I had snow to shovel every morning... |
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