Sometimes life happens and despite the best laid plans, you just have to take care of business.

Today was one of those days. I was prepared and on my way to the gym after work when we had an emergency at home. I needed to be there to help with a situation in my sublet space with the handyman.

He had spent an obstacle and mess filled day taking out an old washing machine and putting a newer one in. My sub tenant wasn’t home and they needed to access the unit again m, so i went home, forgoing my workout but not begrudging my life. I chose to spend time overseeing the end of the job.

And then it came time to move the old washer out.

On a dolly.

On narrow stairs.

It turns out the washer was in the basement before the place was renovated. So the opening at the top of the stairs was smaller than before the Reno.

It’s a good thing I was home! AND that I had been going to Curves!

I had all the strength that I needed to help him, holding the unit up and lifting from the bottom of the stairs. I had the stamina to keep going and clean the mess for an hour, scrubbing carpet and more. And I had the endurance to keep moving for another three hours, mowing the lawn, laundry, outdoor seeping and more.

THAT would have been a two day job two weeks ago.

THAT might have been a little impossible for me two months ago, both mentally, and physically because I was in poor health, feeling helpless and resigned to my destiny of being out of shape.

But it wasn’t.

I might not have made it to the gym tonight, but I’m fairly certain I had a helluva life workout instead.. And I’m holding my head up just as high!

Happy Friday, friends!