Hare: our most esteemed El Keeno
On On: Bentley St, Stoneville.
Here is the biased assessment of my run:
Walkers: walked around on the perfectly flat, perfectly marked walk of exactly the right length. They saw things, they experienced wonder (verging on nirvana). It was all bloody good.
Runners: as above, only better.
I must admit that today’s run was a sadistic Hare’s dream come true. Just about every runner took a turn down a false trail, most more than once. So I probably had a smug look on my face for most of the time. Surprise encounter of the day was long time Hasher, Two Stroke, jumping out from what I assume was his house. Always good to see a familiar face. (Although I did complain that he hadn’t readied a nice BBQ and drinks for us.) The run itself did a bit of a spiral shape from Norris park, taking advantage of the many pedestrian thoroughfares in the area (I think we did nearly all of them), ending up with a long return down Riley Road.
Fines in circle included a first down down for Maurice, one for me for leaning, and then something about boobs and bums…I’d lost track by that point, busy leaning as I was.