My legs were like lead weights, but nonetheless I dragged my ass out to the run site south on 106 towards Lamphun. The first sign was a little hard to spot, but within moments I was at the run site – Belly Dancer already prancing around eagerly, Dogshit midway through another story about the Philippines and Skid Mark with his schadenfreudic (?) glee knowing what he had in store. Superman stumbled around the corner from his factory and Humpaday showed up on the back of someone’s bike. It seems we had no problems finding it, but where was the songthaew?
Screw them! At least we could kick the checks out and help them to catch us up if and when they arrived – so we set off with Belly Dancer in his usual early sprint. With only 5 of us the checks were tough and too often we had to wait for Superman’s experience to lead us on. I’ve not run along with Sups much before, but he’s shrewd and demonstrated that I was getting no benefit from running around like an idiot as I could just follow him instead!
Skiddy had set his usual fare of stickers, balance beams, narrow trails and water crossings. I danced my way over one branch 4 times as I took on the brunt of the checking each circle. For some reason when we were finally rescued by Skiddy my GPS recorded twice as far as Belly’s did! So much for checking huh? Or maybe that’s why his runs are twice as long as anyone else!
Dogshit and I ignored Skiddy’s fearful words and we carried on along the trail, choosing the unmarked wimp trail to take us back (powered by Frozen Dick’s GPS). As we got back it was starting to get dark and the Songthaew boys were darting around looking for the On-In. Full of energy they were also full of stories! I’m shocked how anyone could make up so many different versions of the same story about simply sitting in a Songthaew for 2 hours!! Nonetheless that was the way the circle headed, and eventually we escaped to a fine German restaurant for meat (and salad). What we did of the run was fun, it was frustrating not to get further into it, but that is all Mr. Poo’s fault!