So today I ran my first hash and I am no longer a virgin. For those who don’t know, hashing is…well…one helluva good time. It’s a group of runners – wait, that’s not quite right, let me try again. It’s a group of drinkers who like to run. As the motto goes, it’s a drinking club with a running problem.
We began gathering at 12 noon and beer in hand, got the details of what was about to occur. The hares would lead, laying a trail for us to decipher and follow, leading us up hills and down valleys, through the woods and on more than one occassion, in the entirely wrong direction. We would stop midway through for a beer and then continue on, until we reached our final destination and were once again greeted with, yes, you guessed it – beer.
There was of course, a lot of fun, laughter, merriment, and a large dose of obnoxiousness. Traditions were explained and names were given to those who had earned them. Songs were sung and 5 hours later when I returned home, after 5 miles and as many beers, I couldn’t help but think it was one of the best things I have done recently. I can’t wait until the next hash. On-on.
