I adore my horses. Horses eat hay. Hay is made in bales. Bales weigh about 25 to 30 kilograms.
This is how I found myself lifting 120 bales on to the back of the ute as my husband drove from bale to bale. I stack them three rows high and the top row is above my head height. Though the bales start off quite light, after a few loads in 30 degree heat, it becomes difficult. But not impossible. Never impossible.
At 47, I still relish chances to improve on my physical strength. No longer do I chase the skinny dream. Strength is ...