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With the exception of having to step over some guy vomitting in the corner of the toilet block in Tarcutta, the drive to Sydney was uneventful, however I did have to purchase a new Sydney street directory because stupid me had forgotten to bring along my old one. Arriving at the Berowra railway station, I managed to find one Ross Shilston who had flown up that day on one of Impulses cheap fares. Ross then proceeded to lead me into a dead end street while trying to find the Tiller household, he still insists that I should have turned left!!! After much back tracking, we arrive at the home of Kevin and Dawn Tiller. I soon learnt that wiser heads know not to stand in the driveway, Dawn can hit 200kph on the small stretch of concrete and she almost had me splattered all over the rock garden.

Friday night at the Tillers saw me suffer a narrow but courageous defeat at the hands of the Tiller daughters in a game of loungeroom volleyball with a bright yellow balloon before hoeing into some good vegetarian tucker. Most people finish a meal with either Coffee or Tea, but not Dawn, she prefers a rather unusual mix that she calls a "pissy"........Ask her about it, next time you see her!!!

Saturday morning saw 22 runners arrive at the Berowra Oval to tackle the various distances on offer. This was a great turn up that pleased the Fat Ass series organisers in Kevin Tiller and Sean Greenhill, I was enjoying meeting up with a number of old faces as well as meeting 2 people that I had only ever had e-mail contact with, they were Darryl Chrisp and Sean Greenhill.

With everyone keen and ready, Kevin said "GO" and we were away. Carrying a number of long term injuries and a few too many kilograms soon saw me settle at the back of the field and I linked up with Sean Greenhill, Sean was wearing the biggest bum bag I had ever seen, it looked like he had packed everything that wasn't bolted down before going to work with a spanner!!! To sum up my own run, I would have to say "Pathetic" I knew long before I got back to the oval that I would not be able to complete the second section so 30km had to do. Yes, I know, I have "retitred" three times in the last year but I am actually meaning it this time. The huge plus was the opportunity to explore a new forest and all I can say is "WOW" this area is very rugged and spectacular and I would recommend running here to anyone.

After a warm shower, Ross finally arrived after walking up the last section via the road, his chronic calf injury had beaten him again. It was good to stick around and go out to meet Sean who had gone on to complete the entire 56km. Sean was a picture of focus and determination during the later stages and he sure seems to have the right attitude for his attack on the Glasshouse 100 miler in October.

With the day almost over, Ross and I headed for Gosford to visit the Frame household and catch up with Sue, Noeline and children. Ross had been promising to return some photos for almost 5 years and when he finally went to get them out of his bag........Yes, that's right, he had lost them!!!!!