Yesterday morning, JQ and I bought a new couch. We were in the car when we bought it, so later that afternoon JQ went back with his truck and picked it up. It was a wet day with the snow that had fallen on Friday melting all around town. The entire couch was covered in plastic with the exception of the bottom. That was a huge flaw in protection because once we picked it up we wouldn't be able to put it back down without soaking the bottom.
I grabbed my end, JQ grabbed the other end, and we started our trek towards the front door. We only had a few dozen feet or so to go from the back of the truck to the house. That was a few dozen too many in wet weather.
I could not keep a good grip on the slippery wet plastic and about ten feet from the front door I had to squat down to keep from dropping my end on the sidewalk. Not a good idea. I steadied my grip but for the life of me could not stand back up. Try as I might my legs would not cooperate. I was in quite a predicament but could not stop laughing about it. I had no idea how I was going to get back into a standing position. Somehow, by sheer willpower I did manage to stand up and we got the couch into the house without it spilling onto the muddy grass.
I however, did not make it through unscathed. My legs felt like I had been doing walking lunges for hours around several football fields. Just walking down the steps yesterday hurt. Today, my quadriceps are still sore. I had no idea my muscles were so weak. Apparently I need to start working on goal number 2, pronto.