<p>Wow. One or more of the following must be true:</p>
<p>**a) I’m getting old.</p>
<p>b) I lost some conditioning doing nothing but carrying stuff for weeks.</p>
<p>c) This Burpee Fusion workout is just plain hard.**</p>
<p>Dang, that kicked my butt. The usual: 12 swings (40 lbs) alternating with 6 burpees (w pushup), starting every minute on the minute for six minutes. Rest 'til my heart rate falls to 60% and go again for a total of 3 six minute sets. </p>
<p>Drenched. Panting like a dog. I almost quit after 2 sets, but then I thought: no, what would MOWC do? What would GI JANE do? What would Zuzanna do? And, I pressed on for the third set.</p>
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<p>One the moving front, I have three more kitchen boxes to unpack: two boxes of wine glasses and shot glasses and a box of booze (which is probably going to be sorely tempting). I cleared out a LOT of superfulous kitchen junk, which pared it down to just a ridiculous amount of cookware! I’ve got all the stuff I use every day (salad spinner, cuttiing boards, knife blocks, spice rack, etc. out on open shelving. Looks like hell, but it’s functional.</p>
<p>I believe that’s pretty much the end of the unpacking upstairs (not counting the pair of plastic bins of “desk stuff” that may or may not ever make it into an actual desk drawer or may just stay on the shelf next to the desk.</p>
<p>After that, it’s just boxes of books and DVDs and stuff in the basement that may or may not ever make to shelves upstairs. (Cookbooks are already unboxed).</p>
<p>The final piece of the so-called kitchen came together yesterday: a little black and butcher block microwave stand to free up some of the very limited counter space. A “guy’s kitchen” approach: microwave for heating coffee with a 24 inch high def TV on top of it for watching news/sports while a I cook! Take that, Martha Stewart!</p>
<p>I took some photos of the World’s Best Gym (Version 2.0) complete with boxes and stuff stacked in every corner. I’ll link a couple later. It’s working out pretty well.</p>