Bangkok Monday Hash House Harriers
Last updated: 17 July, 2012
Run 1530, 16 July 2012
Location: Near Wat Pra Ruang Prasit, Ramintra
Hare: Maverick
Scribe: Fawlty Towers
When I opened my blue in the morning I could see that this would be a very special day. It was a sunny morning with clear sky, like we normally see only during the Songkran break. There would therefore be no excuses for the Hare to mess up the trail today. The perfect weather continued through the day, and when I arrived to the run site the Hare was already done, and looked rather clean and tidy, indicating that this week’s run would not be as muddy as last week’s, which was set not too far away from here. But too make sure that the run would not be too comfortable, the Hare had apparently asked all the farmers in the area to spread their cattle manure in the open in order to create an atmospheric ambiance that would have the runners run for their lives.
The crowd grew slowly, actually so slow that we were worried it would be a run with only single digit runners, but close to take-off time a decent numbers of runners showed up, and stand-in GM “No No” called the circle. Hare Maverick tried in his normally vague, some would say “diplomatic”, which I find to polite, way to explain the details of his trail setting master knowledge, but it didn’t really draw much attention. The Hare was however very generous enough to show us on to the trail with a firm and steady hand as was he a military commander sending his troops away in battle. Little did we know that this was only to save himself the embarrassment of us finding the in-trail on our way out.
Off we went due south, until the first check broke the pack in disarray all over the field. This was also the time for certain late comers to catch up with the pack. One of them was Pussy Virus who sprinted along with unusual ease. Why? Well, the truth was really simple, although rather unexpected. The brother from Norway had finally realized that buying new shoes in the colour of the Swedish flag would guide him with lightning speed over the fields. Or was it just to pay homage to his Swedish roots that his forefathers decided to abolish over 100 years ago?
The trail continued all over the rice fields in anti clockwise manner this time. A good number of checks tried to keep the pack together. Unfortunately I followed some blind runners in front of me and lost paper for a while, but through clever Hashmanship we found the trail again.
We were back at the start after almost an hour and 7.5 km, which indicated a very well set run. Taking into account that the run was set on soft ground for almost the whole run, this must be regarded as one of the best runs of the year. Kudos to the Hare. More of this please. Once back I had to rush of to the airport to pick up more runners for next weeks runs, so details from circle and on-on will follow by someone who apparently still had lot of energy left, after focusing “looking after” the beers for the rest of us while we were running.