I have an app on my phone that acts as a pedometer. It is handy for those morning walks and to make sure I hit my marks in steps.
As we moved into the house, I put it in my back pocket thinking how interesting it would be to measure the distance traveled as we settled in. On deck – opening boxes, putting things away, and then taking the boxes to the garage for recycling. Imagine my surprise at the end of the day when I realized I had traveled 11 miles in my home. Mind you – our house is not that big.
Up and down the staircase, in and out of each room, bending, pushing, climbing – left me exhilarated (finally in our new home!) and exhausted.
We made a point to stop the day – have a beer (why is it that after “hard labor” a beer seems just perfect?), look over our progress, and prepare for dinner. I knew a good night’s rest was in front of me and as I made my way upstairs, the bathtub looked too inviting to bypass.
These are my favorite kind of days. The ones where you can actually measure your accomplishments – it’s tangible. It’s the best kind of tired that leads to the deepest sleep and the chance to do it all over again the next day.
Which we did.