Some runs are easier to sum up than others 😉
Alice – Let It Be
This classic CH3 offering from Sticky Wicket and the brain concussed Cuckold had almost everything perfectly right. In fact, it was a beautiful trail shared only by an exclusive group of x- cuntry aficionados as runner numbers are somewhat down. Forest, open woodland, flooded paths, a raging stream to jump, well signed, decent checks and Vs up til about 5 km.
I started out slowly yet feeling energised by the beauty of the forest. It wasn’t too hot or humid and the pack’s calls and tricky checks kept us mostly together. After a km or so, Cuckold ran back past us having completed his haring task. More of that later. He looked sweaty but fisted each runner as he passed. (Steady BMY)
I chose wrong at every opportunity and soon dropped back to a fast walk pace with ABB, Sqrooter and sometimes Shithouse close by. Poo and Chuckles were running well it seemed and Piggee was putting his best foot forward. ABB was parallel running at one point and ran into a barb wire fence. Not good.
The Long and Winding Road
From about 5 km on we gently headed up a hill on a long clear path and I was expecting V or circles, however there was but one, already dealt with, and straight up. Nary left or right we turned, on and up, on and up, short flattish stretches every now and again to start jogging….
Help!
At 6 km plus I felt a bit weak and light headed. There must be a drop off the hill down toads the road, a road, something that would take us back?? I still had some water but was tired. Not as tired and emotional when I saw Chucky coming back down the trail towards me with a look on his face that could have cured ham. He brandished a piece of A4 and read it’s scarce believable message. This is a fuck up. The trail stops here. Return on the path you came back to the A site.
Return to Sender
We are about 70 mins and 7 km into our labours and it was getting towards dusk at 6:20pm ish already. We all about turned and trooped backwards, there may have been a bigger whinger than me, but doubtful. It was getting darker, we still had 6 km to retrace and I wasn’t looking forward to it. Luckily Piggee’s tech helped us cut a km loop plus off with a short path back to the out trail and we traipsed back in a raggle taggle gaggle towards safety and beer and a bloody long cold icing for those two reprobates.
Doing checks the wrong way was a bit tricky here and there and the forest was now pretty black. Suddenly and thankfully we were off paper but there was a light, a dirt road and we were nearly back. Sqrooter followed paper back into the bush and everyone else headed towards the lighted path.
Frozen Dick met the FRBs in his truck and we only had a few hundred metres till justice was served. Cold.
Things We Said Today
Why the hares didn’t say: We could find a trail back home. Run for 30 mins then come back same way….we never found out. They panicked, they were tired, they were inexperienced and they were iced. Cuckold should probably stay away from ice for a bit, eh Pig Shit?
Cheerio to Shit House and welcome back Frozen Dick, the lackadaisical hare razor.
On On!
Alice