I am often found running through the bush, holding a big branch (spider web protection) with the music of James Brown blaring from my phone, apparently possums like funk. Also have been caught in the middle of singing James Brown or shouting "Urghh" by other people on the track. It is a bit embarrassing but not as embarrassing as wearing heritage rig marching around playing Waltzing Matilda.
I HATE leeches.
Snakes, cockroaches, mice, small rocks in my shoes, mosquitoes, papercuts, ingrown hairs, blackheads, blisters, boils, scabs are all ok -
but leeches.... ewww.
I can kayak, play the flute like ron burgandy and run (like Forrest minus the beard but still with a fairly bogan Western Australian accent, just ask me to say words like "girls", "Celery" or my boyfriend's favourite "Album".. you'll get a laugh!). But if you give me a rope, compass or map I will give you blank stare. I have a lot to learn!
I aim to give our adventures a grading: 0.1) piss weak 0.5) lame ass 0.7) Navy bootcamp
1) brutal 2) ball tearing 3) Eddie cracking
1 being the easiest and 3 being the hardest
fav quote "just puff your chest out and put one foot in front of the other until you reach the finish line' Dean Karnazes
fav way to find people when lost- shout "MA!'... turns out you can't facebook people in the bush.
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