I have NEVER mowed a lawn in my life. I think I did a little patch one time when I was growing up, but it lasted about 15sec and I was done.
I have never mowed my own lawn. Nevermind that it looks like a jungle and my 'dog' has to jump around to find a spot. I don't really care... my neighbors may... (are that family- I could make an entire post on the HOA letters we have gotten!).
So Zach asked if I would help mow last week. The church.
He tried to teach me how to work the mower in about 2min and left. I looked like I had vodka on my corn flakes - I was swerving all over.
And if that wasn't enough, I was on the corner of Southport & Arlington, with all of my fats jiggling around for the Thursday traffic.
Once I got the hang of it, it was too awful. The day was sunny, but cool and I was alone with my music - that is never bad.
My biceps and triceps are still sore from tensing up, so I did get a bit of a workout.