Strained

After the delivery guy and I get the table up three flights of stairs to the apartment, I can feel the small twinge in my back considering whether or not its going to give me trouble later.

I follow him back down to his truck to give him a tip. "I think I need to start working out more," I say ruefully as we step out the door into the cool night.

"Happens to me, too," he says, laughing.