Archive | May, 2015

A Stirling Run !

A hardy bunch of Hashers congregated near the church on Stirling Square. It
was wet…very wet…..very very wet ! Hares Dripper and Pink Bits had
spent the best part of the afternoon in deep discussion (in a place of
refreshment) as to how to best set the run. After a bit of looking at the
sky ( ooo look its a bit of blue and clearing !) it was in the best
interests of Hashers to have a “Live Hare” run as flour would have just
turned to dough ! The Hares did a short recce but found it was starting to
pour again ūüôĀ A decision was made that if no-one arrived by 4pm we would
abandon the run. The heavens opened up and deluged us while we waited. Just
in the nick of time (dammit !) the Tickhead family arrived (Super ! we
thought) Then a few more trickled in with expectant looks and equally
appropriate attire. ( Yellow waterproof canary outfit for Little Weed)
After a very serious consultation and some stern directions from the Hares,
we proceeded to the Stirling Arms Hotel, a run of well over 200 mtrs.
After the required circle, we took of in different directions around the
pub.
Then we returned and after 50 minutes, signed off in the book. All returned
safe and sound with no injuries. GPS was commended on going the long way
round to the far side of the bar but Dripper was fined for being a short
cutting bastard for well….short cutting to the bar.
As it was Hash Nosh we ordered interesting and cheap meals, a few more
meals and drinks and ended the night with a desparate dash to our vehicles
so as not to get drenched AGAIN
Well done to all the Hashers who turned up…it has been noted and let us
not deprive Dripper of the accolades for his …* 500th *¬† run¬† Also, to
someone else (cant remember) who had 100 runs? and finishing off with GPS
who had 333 or something like that ( Mentioned him so he wouldn’t be
dissapointed)
As to all the rest of the hashers who did not turn up…Shame on you sissy
folk ! Such lame excuses !
Pink Bits

Mother’s Day Bash (or, Bash your Mother Day….I forget)

On On: The Rose Garden, Mundaring Weir
Hares: Leapfrog and Passiona

Mothers and aprons go together like children and coal mines, or so I have led myself to believe.  Donning our best aprons, we change things around by having a morning run around the lovely weir.

Young kangaroos were out in force. looking very cute (except the manky-faced one). ¬†We trotted over the weir itself, with some of the young ones needing some firm hand holding, down the bottom and back to Home, not wasting any time as their was bacon and games to be had. (Halfway through the run my foot decided to have a quick lay down, while the rest of me kept running, resulting in an ouchy moment, and a bit of a limp home. ¬†It was agonising, and I’m sure no one else has ever been in as much discomfort as me.)

Hashers were busy around the barbecues, frying up bacon, eggs, mushroom, hash browns, and the odd croissant.

 

Event results, were as follows:

Event 1: Peg me up – Skippy & Pick up Chick
Event 2: Egg and Spoon obstacle Race – Lady Ga Ga
Event3: Frying pan Dash – Passiona & Scarlett Runner Bean
Event4: Flying Nun – Skippy & Pick up Chick
Event5: Oranges and Lemons – Catwalk & P.Merah (bonus best juggler – Skippy)
Event6: Best Pancake tosser – Pick up Chick, 2nd tosser – Redlight
Event7: Apron Sling – Tick Head.

And looking forward to seeing these winners progressing to state, and perhaps national level.

Evidence below:
On On,
El Keeno

PinnyHash1 (Medium) PinnyHash2 (Medium) PinnyHash3 (Medium)

So very wet

Hare: Red Dwarf
On On: Mountain Quarry, Boya

Starting off towards the hill, it was 20/80 odds against we might go (all the way) up it. ¬†We frequently twiddle around on the skirts of the scarp, but only occasionally brave our way directly up to the crown¬†of the beast. ¬† Those odds shifted drastically as Rambling called “On On” ¬†from the start of the steepest, most awfullest path up the front of Greenmount, which runners encountered a few months ago (and gave me hell for!). ¬†I am slowly learning not to pause for breath 2/3 of the way towards the top, because that’s where nausea seems to catch up with me, pat me on the shoulder and say, “Hey,¬†how about lightening the load a little and making this easier for the both of us?” A very tempting offer at the time.

At the top we encountered the first of the walkers breaking out of the bush, having scaled an impressively steep portion of trail themselves. ¬†From there, it was just a matter of which path led us home…or so I thought.

With the runners all Home and the first of the walkers arriving, I realised my more short-legged children were still out there somewhere with Pink Bits and Yan, and with the rain closing in I thought I’d better run back and check on them. ¬†Well, they were still about 15 minutes from Home when I reached them, and it started bucketing down. ¬†Poor kids found it pretty miserable, but soldiered on (after I told them it was either that or I’d leave them to perish in the mud), and with joy we made it back to the cars. ¬†It was still pouring, so I had to bundle the whole tribe in the van and bugger off quick to get them home and warm. ¬†As for the rascals sheltering away comfortably with beers in their hands, well, a pox on you.

Special award (from me) goes to Pink Bits and Yan for stalwartly accompanying the kids, when common sense would have suggested abandoning them and making up some excuse.

That’s it. On On,
El Keeno