I'm looking for relief myself. I was big on hiking and walking around town. COVID really did a number on me last Fall. I did feel pretty good during May of this year. I started walking, and was making progress with gaining more distance. At the end of May, I ended up walking about 4 miles or so. There aren't many hills in town where I live. I felt myself cross over that internal limit that tells me that I'm about to suffer. That was around mile 3. June ended up being a terrible month.

In July, I had to move out of my marital home due to a divorce (precipitated by COVID and Long COVID.) I felt like I was starting to recover toward the end of June, and I made arrangements for movers to take care of the heavy stuff. The house needed some work before I moved in (flooring and painting, mostly.) I paced myself. Tearing out the carpeting first, which isn't bad. Just cut and roll. I had friends help me carry it out. Pulling out the staples wasn't terrible, either. I just paced myself. A friend took care of all of my tack strips, which was awesome. When it came time to paint, a friend came over and helped me with the first coat on the first floor. I took care of the rest. Again, I paced myself. Took plenty of breaks, and stopped if I had to. Even moving boxes wasn't bad. I spent several days doing so. I'd fill up my Toyota Corolla with some boxes, drive it over to the new place, and unload. I was done with the work after about 3 weeks, and finally moved in for good. It was nice to feel muscle soreness from exercise and not the COVID pain. I also enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment.

That's when the shoe dropped. At first, I thought I was just tired and needed more sleep. I didn't have the spins too bad, nor did I have COVID pain... yet. After about 3 or 4 days, I could tell I was having a major flareup, and I'm still suffering from it. Sometimes walking to or from my classes (I teach at a college) is too much. It's a small campus, and I'd normally be able to walk across the whole think in about 5 minutes.