tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367396766053332258.post4576183077768442305..comments2023-05-17T00:13:38.844+10:00Comments on My futile pursuit of a last sub-3 hour marathon, 43 years after the first: Canine challengesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367396766053332258.post-63276028558977674042013-07-29T09:54:51.711+10:002013-07-29T09:54:51.711+10:00Most of my running, believe it or not, was done in...Most of my running, believe it or not, was done in Rookwood Cemetary (West Sydney, near Homebush) while I was at school. It was quiet, less roads in the cemetary in the 80's and supposedly the largest cemetary in the Southern Hemisphere (11km circumference). There used to be a pack of wild dogs (3 or 4 of them) in the cemetary that we would come across. Mum's method would be to wait till they got close, turn around and scream your lungs out....it worked and I'm glad we were in a cemetary! I have used that method since, plus a stray large stick if available and the swinging kick to the chin that has connected a couple of times to teh smaller dogs!!! They've all worked thankfully without a bite but my brother did get bitten and it's wholly a scary experience when it happens. Thankfully I've found it a lot better these days than the 80's!<br />JamesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com