This week, this has been my yoga.
An old birch stand at the side of our house which was starting to die back. We had it felled about a year and a half ago. With wood fireplaces and rotating social bonfires, we kept the wood.
We were supposed to get everything that didn't get chipped, but digging through the pile there turned out to be nothing smaller than 12" in diameter. 4-11" pieces are the prime and easily split firewood.
So with 2 weeks off and a trip to SAN not happening I decided to get on it. Apparently, mechanical log splitters are the worst reservoirs of Covid 19, so I couldn't rent one locally anymore. (Hand tool rentals are OK apparently, go figure)
That meant splitting some gnarly rounds of 12-20" with an 8# maul axe and a wedge which is some real physical work. I am 3 cords done, with the 3-4 cords left in the pic. They are quite a bit bit more damp than I would like given our very late spring. Spent a good part of the last 3 days doing this, and I am actually feeling better than I expected on the mornings after but I certainly do feel it. My luxury is that it is nothing like I do for a living so I do enjoy it.
It is a lot like golf; hit a frustrating shank here or there, but every few times you nail a perfect swing that just splits a log like the middle of the fairway.