With the weather nicer, and the ground softer, I've been weeding in the front yard. I can only do it for a little while at a time, but last night, in the evening just before dark, I got into the "zone".
Gardeners know that "zone". It's the I'm-almost-done-so-I'll-just-keep-going-for-a-little-while-longer feeling you get when you're making some good progress and you can aaallllmmooosttt see the end of a job coming up. But you've been working for a while, and you're getting tired, but you're in the ZONE! And that means... no stopping.
Sometimes, this results in some rather soul satisfying progress in some trouble area of your garden that you've been meaning to get to before, but hadn't.
And then there are the times when you go for just a few minutes more, and finish up two hours later. You still have the feeling of accomplishment, but there's another feeling or three that go with it.
Those feelings all start with OUCH! OOOFFF! ARRGHH! and WHAT the HADES was I THINKING! (when, of course, you weren't'... thinking, I mean... 'cause you were in the ZONE!).
The amount of pain you feel afterwards is in direct correlation to the amount of time you spent in the zone, plus the amount of time you'd worked before achieving the "zone", plus the amount of time it had been since you'd been in the "zone" last.
In other words: GROAN + MOAN + SCREECH = ice pack, band aids, hot tub soaking and copious complaining.
And no sympathy from your mate...who'd warned you that you were starting to look a little tired, and you ignored him.
Must. Remember. To. Stretch.
Where are the pain pills?
6 comments:
Plant a seed!