Womad wildest workout of all

Dobet Gnahore

By Virginia Winder
Dancing at Womad has to count as a major workout.
All up, there was probably about eight hours of up-the-front wildness over three days and lots of chilling out with friends in between.
Add walking around the site, including hill climbs and Womad adds up to a lot of exercise.
Best of all no ACC claim this year. Oh the weird ones I've had.
Last year, I raced off in the middle of the Topp Twins to use the loo in the VIP area, went over in pothole and fell, saving myself by grabbing on to the front of a young security guard's belt. I was mortified, he looked terrified. My ankle was badly sprained, my embarrassment even worse.
At an earlier Womad a friend wrenched my shoulder while we danced to Hava Nagila and at another festival I hurt my left Achilles jumping to Blue King Brown.
Tonight I was desperate to get back out on my beloved bike, but the wind ruined that.
Biking is now officially my favourite of the three triathlon sports, running is second and swimming third. Do you hear that - running!
This life of fitness is wonderful, especially because it means I'm getting out there in nature. The other day I biked along the coastal walkway to Hickford Park at Bell Block and then back the other way and up to Paritutu and home.
So when the wind gets up, I not think about all the people who have orchards or those who might lose a roof or fences, but I also selfishly think, "blow it, no biking for me".
What I have been doing too much of lately though is working - way too many hours.
That's taken its toll on ... this blog, but not my body.
Now it's time for sleep and to recover from Womad.