Around an hour before the run started I was feeling more like going back to bed than going to the hash! If I wasn’t the beer monster I doubt I would have made it – that’s what happens when the GM organises a committee meeting the night before a hash! I made it though and had time for a quick lie down in the sala before setting off. I was slow setting off, as I struggled to unload the beer. Graven kindly gave me a clue about the first couple of checks, and would you believe it, I was back at the front when we saw Graven waiting for us at the lake by the Tiger’s Head. Brownie joined me and then Turkish, but I wasn’t feeling any better!
Another couple of checks, and we were on trails that I know pretty well. One check wasn’t really clearly kicked out – perhaps needed more paper, so I went back to make it clearer. Man I didn’t feel like running. Moments later I felt even less like running, and found myself returning my lunch. I wasn’t going to make it so I turned back and found my own trail. Seems like I missed the big hill climb, and avoided the nasty descent back to the lake. Sorry Graven, I’m sure the run was great!