Sore muscles tell us a different story

Sometimes we think that we are younger and stronger than we really are, and all too often when we take on jobs, our bodies remind us of our ages.
Marnie and I have been remodeling at our home for three years.
Last year, we expanded the work to include an updated look to our rear entrance. Previously, a huge Manitoba Maple had occupied a significant portion of ground.
Once the tree was removed, a much more open area was available.
The project was easy. It wouldn’t take more than a weekend. Just hire a person to remove the stump, then fill it in with sand and extend the interlocking paving stone.
The work required a lot of bending, lifting and squatting. Great exercise and feeling like a 20-something, and not a 60-something, the work would quickly pass.
Yes, the time passed, and the project will be completed this year. The bending, lifting and squatting left me with strained muscles for several weeks.
So much for a weekend project.
We have just finished removing the sliced brick and dry wall from around our existing wood fire place. It will be replaced by a much more efficient gas fireplace.
My wife and I have been planning to replace the parquet flooring in the family room for several years. It was glued down and showed its age and wear.
Forgetting about last year’s sore muscles, my wife and I on Good Friday began tackling the our family room renovation. We started out with a flurry of activity.
I quickly had the facing off the fireplace only to be stopped by the solid framing that surrounds the zero-clearance fire box.
Forty years ago, we had built the frame on the floor and hoisted it into place, nailing upward to joists in the ceiling and to the walls. It was solid.
We didn’t want to damage the fireplace, so the frame had to be taken apart piece-by piece. Four hours later, the fireplace stood alone.
Most of the work had to be done with my arms above my shoulders. My shoulders now tell a new tale.
While I tackled the fireplace, my wife began pulling the parquet flooring up. Each piece of oak measured one inch by five inches.
Piece by piece was removed with hammer and small crowbar.
We quit mid-afternoon. By evening we were both sore. Our 60-something bodies were letting us know muscle by muscle that we were out of shape.
We chose to rest up on Saturday. Sunday morning, we returned to removing the parquet flooring. Four hours later, the final bucket of flooring was deposited in the garbage trailer. Thousands of pieces were removed.
We knew by Sunday morning that our 20- and 30-year-old bodies had departed us.
In our minds, we could still imagine that we could do hard physical work all day, but reality and sore muscles now tell us a different story.
What once might have been a single-day project now is a multi-day project and deep soaking tubs and hot showers are a great liniment.