Let me see – reasons NOT to go to the run – the fact my legs were screaming in agony after this morning’s run, the fact Kwazi Moto was the hare, the fact the run was freaking miles away, the fact that it was in a similar area that Kwazi had monumentally fucked up haring, oh and did I mention the minimarathon this morning that meant I spent much of the day lying on the sofa having kids scramble all over me…. Reasons to go to the run – Sleeps on It called and suggested we shared a ride. A few nanoseconds later I was changed and ready to set off.
We set off on the new Sankampaeng road until we saw a sign – it seems it was an original concept to look for signs and simply follow them to the run site (Humperdick). As it happened some way into the middle of nowhere we stumbled upon Chilly Pussy and Sweet Pea as they came back the other direction saying they’d ran out of signs. I called the hare and within moments the problem was resolved and we were safely at the runsite – admittedly the route out was a lot less arduous than the way in, but there must have been a reason even if Kwazi wasn’t letting on.
The hare brief was an elaborate explanation of what circle checks were, and we were set off with a noticeable reluctance amongst the usual FRBs. Frozen Dick took his chance and stormed to the front, only to be denied by Snail Trail and Anything. This was just the start of Anything’s surge to greatness – it seems she is back putting effort in and leading the way at the front again – it seems money is her motivator ever since a little bet with Frozen Dick!
We went up, we went down, we went through some fields, just following where Anything led us with her unique ability to spot the tiny pieces of paper that were hidden among the weeds. She came to an abrupt stop at the river crossing, but was still one of the willing few to get our feet wet with Kwazi’s deviousness. Finally my legs gave in, and I started short cutting the shortest route back to the beer. It might have been easier to follow the trail, but it was heading ominously towards the hills.
The circle was a protracted affair with everyone taking their turn to punish the hare for his evil actions. There was little uptake on the On-On-On so it was time to head home. I’m sure there was something more to this story… Anyway, I’m now watching a film adaptation of “Crime and Punishment” by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. In my opinion, that book was excellent and by a whisker then 2nd best piece of Russian literature I’ve ever read, but then it would be tough to beat “War and Peace” by Leo Tolstoy which I’d highly recommend to anyone who has time to kill while travelling around Europe on a train. Anyway, that is a slight digression as I feel the need to point out that this cinematisation is a crime in itself which should be punished as without reading the book it makes no sense at all. Indeed I would go as far as suggesting that Horny Monkey should be their executioner forcing them to kneel and sit in the ice soaked mud as punishment for simply following the trail – welcome to the Happy Hash! 😀
Wot I did:-