The other day I had to load my snow tires into my car to get them put on for winter driving. I went to my front door and looked out hoping to see my neighbor for assistance with getting them into the car. No such luck.
So I sang a verse of “I am woman hear me roar”, flexed my non-existent muscles, apologized to my back in advance, and lifted all four tires into the car.
Not bad for an old lady, eh?… and I’m sure my back will forgive me before I have to repeat the process this spring… won’t it?
You’ll have to excuse me now, it’s time for four more advil.