I have to mow my yard today. I like mowing, I really do, just not my yard. Or rather, just not the backyard.
It's very steep and very large.
I'm drinking a beer right now, trying to psyche myself up. Unfortunately, the beer in my system is going to make mowing even harder.
I have to take several breaks in which I lay flat on my back in the grass and catch my breath.
It wasn't always this way.
When I first moved in, I must've been much fitter, because I could knock it out in one go. Of course at the time, I had only been smoking for a few months and I rode my mountain bike four times a week.
I'm squishier and less oxygenated now.