After being let down by a contractor, we arranged to fit the flooring in DD's room and the stairs, and DD having a full-blown panic attack, we decided to fit the floor ourselves.
We did it. It looks fine; there are a few tiny mistakes in corners, but nothing you would notice unless you were crawling around the floor on your hands and knees looking for faults. DD is happy, but I am fucked.
I woke up this morning and every muscle in my body was on fire. I can't lift my arms above my head because my shoulders ache too much. I cannot sit down without holding onto something because my thighs burn with the power of a thousand suns.
I missed my weightlifting class this morning because I physically could not get out of bed, much less lift a barbell.
I still have the stairs' flooring to fit tonight. Most builders I see around town are not fit; my dad was morbidly obese when he was working as a tradesman. How do they manage this work day in, day out?
Am I missing a trick or just not as fit and strong as I thought I was?