Sunday 17th September 2006

This is the back view of a mean and cantankerous bird
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I’m quite used to being swooped by magpies during nesting season but a flocker of this type and his mate tag teamed me as I was running across an OPEN and may I add TREELESS oval. I’m not sure what they’re called, I think it’s arctic truss or something. They have a bright yellow beak and the face of sheer evil.

It has been suggested that their aggressive reaction may be related to the stench of my running clothes.(have I mentioned my other goal is to go as long as I can without washing them?)

I made it across the oval (muttering ‘sorry, sorry’ and swinging my arms round my head) and continued on what was to be an eventful run.

I had decided to run the length on the other side of the light house. It was a peaceful run on a path lying between the coast and a railway rack,through a tunnel of very thin trunked trees.I ran until the path ended a beach inlet.

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The view behind me was a fabulous sight of rugged coastline and the lighthouse in the distance.
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As I made my way back and came closer to the light house,I noticed upon a hillon my left there seemed to be a graveyard. I could just make out the headstones.

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I decided to run across the field and check them out.

I was thinking that this was one of the coolest things about running.Noticing things you may not have otherwise seen.
How cool was this.
I wonder who’s dead there
Who’s a famous dead person from Tasmania?
Who’s a famous person from Tasmania who SHOULD be dead?

As I emerged from the trees, I ealised that the graves were surrounded by a wire fence.
Wow. I thought. They look old. Maybe they’re pioneer graves and they’re trying to protect them.
I walked closer and spotted a gate. Maybe I can open the gate and walk in?
I began to approach it..and that’s when I spotted it.
A BIG BLACK FERAL CAT.DEAD!!
Well,I think it was a cat.It could have been a PANTHER!!

I was completely creeped out. An old graveyard..and a dead black thing right next to it..in Tasmania!!!

I spun round and bolted down that field making the sorts of ‘v-ergh’ sound you make when you get a shiver down your spine and flapping my hands around.
I was so freaked out I couldn’t see the point at which I had entered the field and so I LEAPED across tall grass and a ditch to get back onto the road (demonstrating that despite having short legs and being crap at hurdles, I always was a pretty good long jumper)

There is no way I will include a picture of anything dead, which is why you won’t see any pictures of the cat or any Victorian football teams.
;-)

As I ran through the beach carpark , composing myself, 2 teenaged boys on bicycles asked if I wanted a lift, which goes to show that my stench can’t be that unappealing.Particularly if you stand upwind from me.


Unless they were offering a lift to the laundro-mat.

Finally, I have taken a pic of me proving that I have a bigger whiz arc than driver dick, while some war memorial fills in the background.

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