Working, or working out?
Oh Lord, I’m sore. I helped my sister-in-law and her husband move some heavy furniture from one $1M house they are selling to another $1M house they just bought.
You’d think with all that, they could afford movers. Or maybe that’s why they have million-dollar houses and I don’t.
At one point, I was standing in a stairwell with several hundred pounds of armoire balanced on my head while her husband literally climbed over a rail, onto my shoulders, and down my body.
No, there was no walking after that. Didn’t need it, either. 
