I got home yesterday afternoon and told Hubs, I think I am going to mow the lawn.
Usually I just offer to mow the lawn when I have a had a really stressful day and need some sort of stress reliever. But not today, I just felt like.
The thing is the riding lawn mower currently has a flat and I didn't want to take time to air up the tire so I got out the push mower. Keep in mind it is a self propelled push mower, I'm crazy but not that crazy.
I must say it felt good to get out there and get some sort of exercise. Does pushing a lawn mower in 164* weather count as exercise? I was sweating buckets so in my eyes it does but some might say no.
Anyway, when I got done I took a huge drink from the glass of Gatorade that Hubs brought to me and stood to admire my work.
There is always something therapeutic about working in the yard or a on project and seeing the end result. I guess it's the instant gratification thing.
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