Break Down The Walls (pt. 2)

Commensurate to the previous post documenting life-disrupting misery, I was wondering why my back was killing me all week.  Then it dawned on me: I move a lot of concrete block on Sunday afternoon.

Dear Chiropractor...

It got me thinking... just how much block did I move by myself?  A quick spreadsheet was able to help me quantify my grief.

Thus, I moved about 2.8 tons in a little over 2.5 hours.  Rounding, that about one ton per hour.

At least my usefulness has finally been quantified.