I haven’t exercised (again!) in several weeks. I won’t admit exactly how long (
over a month!) but it’s been a while. Today, I had planned to mow my lawn when I got up. We have a neighbor we call “Narnia“. Their house always had lots of weeds in the yard and has a large tree and had hollies and various bushes in front. They thoughtfully shared their weeds with us. A couple of weeks ago, they had someone come out and had all of their turf grass replaced. This left us with their remaining weeds. I called someone out to spray my yard because really, I despise weeds. I want my lawn to be lush and green. Inviting. I don’t do dandelions, dallis grass, crab grass, etc. very well. I get antsy seeing a ‘jungle’, especially in my own yard. It annoys me no end. I freak out and get grouchy and frankly, I’m a world class bitch if my yard looks horrible to me. I’m not sure why. I just want my outdoors to reflect my personality, my love of all things green.
My yard was on my agenda today. I got up, got all my things together (sunblock, hat, water, “mowing shoes”, phone and headphones) and went out to the yard. I had to cut the grass as low as I possibly could to get the weeds knocked down. That was at the recommendation of my lawn guys. I got the lawnmower fired up, went out and said (figuratively) “Charge!!”
This is my first mowing of the year. I knew it was going to be hard, especially since I’m an affirmed couch potato. I managed to work up a good sweat, pushing that mower. I could feel it in my arms. I listened to my music (Saxon Moon‘s Kalderash) and mowed. I was able to get one side of the front yard done and then my lawnmower decided it hated me and my lawn. It stopped.