The little physical activity I get comes from school.
Intaglio printing becomes surprising corporeal once the edition is bigger that 10 or the plate is lager that 6” x 8”.
You start feeling your weight on your feet, the size of the room, the heaviness of the press and the masonite boards. Yet it is night time and everything is calm. The ventilation is stopped and there is only the gentle rustling of tarlatan on copper. Your mind floats away as your hand remembers the repeated actions. You know if you spread enough ink as it slides on the plate, you know how you wipe because you feel the textures on your palm.
It is not as magical as painting and not as calming as lithography but it is exceedingly rewarding.