A week or two ago, we revisited some links to hash injuries - and if you didn't take the chance to gross yourself out then, you might like to follow up those links now by clicking here. This Sunday we got together another line-up of the walking (and running) wounded...aren't we a brave bunch, smiling through our tears?
And after such a concentration on our physical woes, perhaps it was no surprise that the jokes and conversation in the circle plunged into a discussion of body parts - male and female bits....
Shockjock had set what might be called a real hash trail, with a number of 3-way checks, any number of on-backs, and plenty of ups and downs (according to Strava, 180 m of each). And for the runners - in honour of the saint who drove the snakes out of Ireland - there was even a beer stop, featuring a very welcome stash of home-brewed stout. You can't say the runners are not religious, even if they didn't wear green. And it's all good training for next year's beer mile!
Here are some of Snappy's shots of the gathering at the old dump (OK, James Drysdale Reserve), of the first bit of the walk, and of the really tasty Mexican feast Miss Demeanour provided. Many, many thanks to our hares! A great trail, and a great meal!
Next run/walk details
When: Sunday 19th March, 5 pm
Where: Farmers' Hall, Main Street, Samford Village
Hares: Culture and Haughty
On, on!
