Dip me in Tiger Balm and throw me to the massage table.

The warm-season camp that my current game favors (Hickory Run in PA, if you must know) is pretty popular with the NJ-PA LARP crowd.  It's spacious, woodsy, and from what I hear, pretty reasonably priced.  However, it is also hilly as all get-out, and even though this past event was three days ago, my legs, knees and ankles are still killing me.  I know most if that is the product of three things: age, weight, and general inactivity every other day of the year.  Only two things on that list are anything I can do something about, and I'm adapting both IG and OOG to find some kind of comfortable balance with those.  Let's face it, LARPing is a physically demanding activity, unless you seriously only want to sit in a corner all weekend, doing nothing much and getting beat on LOTS.  Even the most sedentary character is going to get some run-to-escape time in, and unless you keep a pot strapped to your butt (which incidentally I do not in anyway suggest or condone), you're going to have to walk to the bathroom.  In my case, the building where my bed is doesn't have a kitchen, so if I want to eat hot food, it have to hoof it to the kitchens.  If I did nothing else but get through the basics of my day, I'd still be sore on Monday.  (Probably not still sore today though.)