Pretty much the same as you do, I suppose.
Butt, kinda like a drunk teenager, stealing a traffic cone off of the street. I had a moment like that, but combined with self-loathing, over my Smeagol-esque physique. So I was staying at a hotel a few weeks ago. I took the stairs up, instead of the elevator. And inside that staircase, was this little door, right in the middle of the stairs, held open by a big 'ol heavy cattle-bel. So I took that into my hotel room. And just put it into a bag, and tried to very casually walk out of the hotel with that, after checking out.
So I be lifting that, at random times in my own room now, lifting it in different ways, while trying to maintain somewhat good posture, to not mess up my back and joints too much.
WMIK
I lifted rocks today. fellt good
Boss
Hell yes