After five days, four nights and 1600 driving miles, I’m home from the Bonnaroo Music Festival.  Confession:  I set up my daily posts from Bonnaroo before I left, with the hope that I would be able to embellish them from the festival.  Turns out it was a good thing I set them up, because I had virtually no internet connectivity from the festival; no way to set up and publish a post.  Luckily I could make simple edits to what I’d already set up, but that is all. Physical activity was a constant at the festival.  We walked sooo much.

The Roo Run 5k on Saturday morning was a blast.  There was a costume competition, which brought out the best in running costumes.

(More photos to come as I get them all sorted.)

Injury report:  The 5k went fine, but I came home from the festival with a tender, swollen metatarsal pad on the bottom of my right foot, with blisters to compound the condition.  The cause was too much walking in flip-flops.  I had my running shoes and cross trainers with me on the trip, but opted for light and airy over comfort and support.  Shame on me.  It hurts to walk, run and stand.

Today’s activity was yoga, to strengthen my back and straighten out my posture after all of the lifting, and primitive sitting and sleeping conditions.  I also opted for yoga rather than even an easy mile, to make sure I won’t damage my foot further by attempting a run or walk too soon.  We’ll see how things feel tomorrow.

Today’s er, fitness activity consisted of lots and lots of walking around the festival. Tonight after the last concert, we will start breaking down the campsite to make less to do in the morning before we leave.

Road trip!  First, a quick morning mile run (done for the sole purpose of meeting my daily Juneathon requirement).  Then, we finished packing the car for the long drive to hear some great music and camp in tents with about 150,000 new friends whom we have yet to meet.  Does packing the car count as weight lifting?  With my duffle bag I think “yes”.  And then there’s the ‘kitchen’ bag.  Now that was a heavy one.

Still on the road as of publication time, with hours to go.

Another grueling day at the office.  Then I started packing the car for our camping trip that starts tomorrow.  (Yay!)  Then a quick very short run, just to say I did; added to my commute walk.

I’ll be up early tomorrow for more packing and then a 12-hour drive through the Ozarks.  Music festival, here we come!

[Warning:  Posts over the next few days will be brief and squirelly.]

It has been a looong day of sitting, working to meet deadlines, hosting guests, mailing reports, and lastly the good stuff–attending monthly quilt guild.  So although it was mostly dark out when I got home from all of that, I was determined to get out for a quick and fierce run.  What a release that 1.2 miler was.  I just got in from my run, and I feel faaabulous.  Bring on tomorrow!