I spend most of my life sitting. In front of this screen, or that screen, or another screen.
So when I spend a weekend doing physical labor, I get sore. I'm sore.
And it's good.
Now, if I can only resist the temptation to let the pain keep me off my treadmill tonight, all will be well.
Garage is cleaned. Law is mowed. Some brush is burned. Some dead trees are cut into burn-able sections.
... and both shoulders have pulled muscles, both knees are creaking, and both feet are still a little swollen.