It was a hot and sultry evening which kept the fainthearted (or weak-kneed) away. But the moderate size pack was in for a treat of a run around Mosman Park and were over-catered for in the food department which was also quite good. Hairy Sir Knob and his not so hairy co-hair, Phantom, did a splendid job setting the run with lots of detours, track backs and stunning views to sooth the soul including a lovely sunset view over the Indian Ocean from Monument Hill which led to this scribe falling behind the pack as he posted images to his Face Book relatives suffering in the frigid northern hemisphere.
The run started with a bit of a loop around Mann Oval which allowed late arrivals like your scribe to catch up with the pack. We then headed in a westerly and then southerly direction before heading north again taking in Monument Hill on the way back. I believe there was a drink stop somewhere along the route but I was jogging too quickly to notice it and must have shot straight past it.
The run was about 40 minutes long and the thirsty pack made it back to the beer just in time to prevent severe dehydration. During rehydration procedures Neon and Action managed to keep the unruly pack in order. It was announced the Gnocchi became a dad again, the only one in the pack now thinking about the future regeneration of the Hash and actually doing something about it. Well done Gnocchi!
The run was awarded 6.5 because someone swore blind that we had run the hares’ last run backwards. Certainly there were moments of déjà vu during the run for this scribe, but I believe this was because part of the run covered the same ground as an earlier one set by Barefoot.
As I said, the food (chicken and rice) was good with plenty to eat given the moderate pack size – my chooks are still eating rice three days after the run.
One complaint… from a hashman who will remain nameless… Phantom is buying chips from the Reject shop again. But they tasted OK to me, so what’s the problem?
OnOn Ringburner with help from Nanny