For the past fortnight, I've been a full time gardener. Well, sort of full time. A minimum of two hours a day unless I've cycled over 15 miles in which case I slack off to one hour that day.
I'm aching all over!
Probably a combo of the usual "Muscles, meet Spade" that happens every Spring and daily repetition. Previously, I've done a few hours on a Saturday come Spring, then spent the working week sitting on my arse in a super-luxurious office chair.
I hope I strengthen up soon. But I love just being out and in the fresh air in the meantime.