Desert island running
For the past two days I have found out, having been marooned on a desert island for real. OK, I wasn’t exactly marooned, I slept in a hotel room, had a hot shower and a lot of good food – but it was a sand island (the biggest sand island in the world) and I had no phone signal or wifi so I think that’s pretty much the same thing.
I spent two days on Fraser Island which was realy nice. There, not only did I discover that my luxury item would be a sports bra please Kirsty, but I also realised some of the benefits of running on holiday. My group of 20 set off on a walk through a forest to Lake Wabbie. Wanting to be the first there and to experience this massive sand dune and lake by myself for five minutes I broke into a sprint and passed all of the group. Five minutes alone in these beautiful surroundings was amazing.
Fraser Island is also home to 75-mile beach. And if that name alone isn’t crying out for an ultra-marathon to be staged on it, I don’t know where is. Keen to investigate this I seized my opportunity late afternoon when the weather broke to go for a short run. I ran about 500m down the beach before I noticed some dingo footprints. As we’d been told several times not to go to the beach alone because of the dingos, I took this as my cue to turn round and run back.
I had no running shoes, so I ran barefoot but I did have a sports bra. The only luxury item I’d need if I was to be marooned there for good. And maybe some sort of dingo repellent too.