Today at work we lifted and stacked 50 lbs bags of deer feed. Nothing to tough for a guy of my size and youth, well, it wouldn't have been if I'd had some decent help. The two guys I worked with, stacked, would have weighed maybe what I do. That may be an exaggeration, but one guy, Rex, is about 5'4" and can't weigh more than 120 lbs. Jesse on the other hand probably weighs in at a relatively beefy 140, but he's about 5'8", so the extra heft doesn't really do him a lot of good. I clock in at about 215, so throwing those things around wasn't much for me, but I'd try to toss a bag to one of the other guys and it'd about bowl em over. So a 15 minute job stretched to about 45 minutes, which wasn't SO bad because at least it made the time go by. Grocery stores in tourist towns tend to get a little slow in the winter.
P.S. Happy Mardi Gras. I feel like I should go out to the local drinking establishment and have a beer or two, but I'm already in my sweats, and what's the use?