What is the last thing you moved for pleasure rather than duty?

Rode two hundred kilometres overnight and I am not going to pretend that was sensible.

Ten minutes on the stationary bike because it was raining and I was not going out in that.

Walked up a hill I had written off and sat at the top for an hour.

Balance work I hate and do anyway, three minutes, every morning.

Walked to the shop and back every day this week, which is my current whole programme.

Swam. Badly. Grinning.

Coached a full training session on my feet without sitting down once.

Walked the dog twice, which is the whole exercise programme and always has been.

A long walk on the fells with nowhere to be.

Lifted, properly, and my grip is coming back.

Came back after a bad fortnight without trying to make up the lost ground, which is the thing that used to end it for me every time.

Cycled to work and back for the fourth day running.