Shag

I've now got a "shag" (haircut) in fact, if I had a big round brush or rollers I could do the Farrah Fawcett Flick. 

And the shag behaved itself and went up in a ponytail for todays run.  Which was great.  And yes that is why I am in my nightie at 4.35pm on a Saturday afternoon and considering a glass of sauv blanc.  Just considering though. For medicinal purposes.

That scary scary hanging bridge thing over the Cox's River!!  Scares the shite out of me every time until I start imagining James Bond style moves hanging onto it and swinging through the sky.  Heart Rate of something ridiculous crossing it on the way there and even worse on the way back.

Thankfully today, not one snake to be seen but one very big "fuck arse" reptile thing.  Well, that's how Monica described it when she yelled "holy fuck would you look at that?" and leapt from the track.  I thought it was the cranky snake that we've seen before and was filled with dread, but a large, dog sized reptile was a much more welcome sight. 

I have to say, two Northern Irish women in the middle of the bush was quite funny, every stick was a snake after I told Monica my "rearing up and very angry Six Foot Track Snake" story and there were a lot of yells when leaves moved, sticks were sighted, or little geckos crossed our path.  Placed conveniently at the end of the run was a little flowing river so we got in to cool our weary legs.  It was all very peaceful and nice until Monica jumped off her rock vowing that something had bitten her on the foot - and there was much talk of sea snakes.  Despite being about 150km from the Sea. 

A nice run to finish off a wierdo week.  ANOTHER weirdo week.  When will it all go back to normal?