I arrived in Australia 2 days ago, flying from Phoenix (short) to LA, than LA to Sydney (long, 13.5 hours), and then Sydney to Melbourne (shorter, 1.5 hours). I had one day to get my time clock arranged in Melbourne (actually, having slept more than half the long flight over, I felt great), then I flew to Hobart Tasmania.

My trip here is an invited speaking tour, where in a crazy circuit, I will do presentations in the eight Australian capital cities… in a span of 2 weeks. You can follow my trail at http://cogdogroo.wordpress.com/. I have a few days on the front and back end, but pretty much it will by taxi, airport, taxi, hotel, speaking, taxi, airport…

I have these wild plans to keep up the running schedule. I of course missed completely Wednesday (enroute), and landing here Thursday afternoon, where it looked rainy, I decided to take another day’s rest.

So Friday afternoon I am at the Melbourne airport waiting for my flight to Tasmania, when I feel a sore throat coming on. Uh oh, I get a pile of the over the counter stuff, but I know my damn signs. I get to Tassie, feeling okay, and after a decent night’s sleep, I feel pretty good Saturday morning, good enough to try running.

I am staying out in the country with friends/colleagues, a quaint country house with stunning views of the Ocean over green carpeted farmland. My hosts, Jo and Nick, claim the road out to their house is flat, but it feels like a lot of downhill. Nick went for a bike ride and met me on the opposite side of Bream Creek (about 3 buildings make for a place to have a sign) for the photo above. He suggested a circuit route of about 13km (oi, the conversions). It was a fair bit of downhill, almost to the water, before turning back for the climb up.

I petered out of energy at about 6 miles, and decided to walk the rest and enjoy the scenery.

Probably this was not the best decision, as I really felt crappy sick the next day…

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