Two months ago, I helped a friend move from my neighborhood into the city. His building here had an elevator and moving was fine, a few scrapes and bruises aside, which is normal.
Moving him IN was a different story. Why? It was a THIRD STORY WALK UP. and HO-LY FUCK did I learn a valuable lesson:
Don’t skip Leg Day at the gym .
All those years at the gym rarely doing legs came at a price. Weak legs + carrying heavy objects up stairs = winded.
Last year my legs got somewhat better as I did indoor rock-wall-climbing a bunch. A woman I had a few dates with last year even commented that I had nice legs. But this year? Not so much. I’ve only indoor-rock-climbed a few times this year.
Ok. Legs are important. Now in the past 8 weeks I’ve done legs in 7 of them. Squats, lunges, dead lifts, calf raises. And those are the days that I sweat like a waterfall. But they’re getting stronger.
That being said, if someone asks me to help him move, I’ll suggest he gets professional movers. That’s what they’re there for.