For two nights I slept under the stars in ‘swag’, didn’t shower and drank beer from a can. I was living like a hobo and hobos don’t run. I walked round Kings Canyon, up Kata Tjuta and round Uluru. But no running. Then, on my last evening in the outback, still in the shadow of the rock, the clouds arrived and the wind picked up. It was time.
Running kit now firmly at the top of my bag I whipped it on and headed out for a 3 mile run. Tourists in air conditioned busses looked on confused as to why I was running. It was still pretty warm but the red dirt track was the perfect surface and the view at the end of the run was pretty great too. And luckily I didn’t bump into the two dingos that I’d seen earlier in the day.
There was one minor hiccup on what was otherwise a pretty perfect run. My post-run shower was in a shower block 50 meters away from my bed. As I got in the shower I realised I’d forgotten my towel. No worries, I thought, I’ll just dry off with my running vest. This was going well until I realised I’d also forgotten to bring a top to put on post-shower and the one I could have used was now wet. (I’ve had very little sleep this week.) So a 50 meter sprint in my bra to finish off my session it was.
So I’ve now run in all fourstates I’ve been in: New South Wales; South Australia, Victoria and the Northern Territory. Up next is Queensland.