Sure, when I'm one of the hares, I'm a little biased, but I think this was a great hash, in terms of planning and execution. For one, it involved a false trail that got a majority of the hash grouped back together again. Making this especially ballsy is that trail looped back on itself, so I spent 20 minutes in knee-deep water, trying to avoid being heard. After this point, we had a Beer Near, then Turkey-Eagle, with Turkeys finishing before Eagles. My main concern was that a) the loop-back would result in a hare-snare and b) the Turkey-Eagle wasn't long enough. Neither concern was warranted, as I snuck past everyone just fine in the water, with only a few scars to show, and my Eagle trail was certainly long enough that moderate Turkeys beat the Eagles with ease.
Also, Zack Galifinakis not appearing with the rest of the Hangover cast at the Golden Globes, is he too big for it? I love the guy, and think he's great, but really?
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A New Year In Hashing
I keep separate blogs for running and hashing because they're different parts of my life. True, on both sides I prefer trails to roads, but when I'm running I usually prefer solitude during training runs, to help prepare myself for longer races, while in hashing it's about the company. It's fun to help a newcomer learn about the hash, the history of harriers, the traditions that make each hash unique. Also, just to see their faces the first time they hear "My Name is Jack"
Also, while hashers might want to hear about non-hashing things, most runners wouldn't want to hear about hashing things.
Our first hash in Charlotte of 2010 should be a fun one, with an experienced hasher/hare (or so he says) laying a shiggy-fest. I run the trails there often, so I know the area, but most of the hash won't be on the trails, apparently.
Until then, more actual running
Also, while hashers might want to hear about non-hashing things, most runners wouldn't want to hear about hashing things.
Our first hash in Charlotte of 2010 should be a fun one, with an experienced hasher/hare (or so he says) laying a shiggy-fest. I run the trails there often, so I know the area, but most of the hash won't be on the trails, apparently.
Until then, more actual running
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A Friend Died Today
Well, was he a friend? I say this not because of any doubt to his being a good person, but rather, I did not know him. I knew his name, and I knew of him, but to the best of my recollection, we never met. We might have, hash events tend to be rather large and chaotic, you tend to only remember the people you knew before, or someone you spoke to for a while during it. But for the purposes of this, I'll presume we had never met.
Hashing tends to follow the old saw that "any friend of ____ is a friend of mine!" I've done a lot of traveling during my tenure as a hasher, often showing up to a hash knowing one or two people in the town, who may or may not be there that day. Yet I've never felt out of place or excluded at a hash. There are always offers of crash space if you need it, which can be a rare event these days. One notable instance of this was a weekend trip last August. I had the weekend off, and had just purchased Benny (& the Jetta), so I decided to travel to Charlotte. DwD had been begging to meet me, so this seemed like as good a time as any. I did not know her, or her husband, SP, even though I was spending the night at their place. That night, some friends of theirs, BnB and LBFF came to town, on their way to Florida. I accompanied BnB and LBFF to Savannah the next day, to hang out with RVV, who I kinda knew from previous hash events, but not really. At both places, almost complete strangers were welcomed into the home without reservation, due to mutual interests and friends.
That's why I can say that 2th was a friend, because RVV and SMS and DwD knew him. All I knew were the recent e-mails, detailing his losing battle against cancer, the failed efforts of chemo, the recent decision for hospice, and then the message that he had passed at 3:30 pm.
It's especially tough to see a hasher die of cancer, because of how my name ties hashing and cancer together. Had I not been growing my hair out for Locks of Love, I would not have been named SSJ, so my name will forever remind me of my grandmother. This is one of the reasons I will resist any efforts to change my name, because of that connection, and how it reminds me of her and how much more needs to be done to fight this scurge.
(edit: Oh, and his philosophy was "no blood, no trail" so obviously he was a brother of mine)
Hashing tends to follow the old saw that "any friend of ____ is a friend of mine!" I've done a lot of traveling during my tenure as a hasher, often showing up to a hash knowing one or two people in the town, who may or may not be there that day. Yet I've never felt out of place or excluded at a hash. There are always offers of crash space if you need it, which can be a rare event these days. One notable instance of this was a weekend trip last August. I had the weekend off, and had just purchased Benny (& the Jetta), so I decided to travel to Charlotte. DwD had been begging to meet me, so this seemed like as good a time as any. I did not know her, or her husband, SP, even though I was spending the night at their place. That night, some friends of theirs, BnB and LBFF came to town, on their way to Florida. I accompanied BnB and LBFF to Savannah the next day, to hang out with RVV, who I kinda knew from previous hash events, but not really. At both places, almost complete strangers were welcomed into the home without reservation, due to mutual interests and friends.
That's why I can say that 2th was a friend, because RVV and SMS and DwD knew him. All I knew were the recent e-mails, detailing his losing battle against cancer, the failed efforts of chemo, the recent decision for hospice, and then the message that he had passed at 3:30 pm.
It's especially tough to see a hasher die of cancer, because of how my name ties hashing and cancer together. Had I not been growing my hair out for Locks of Love, I would not have been named SSJ, so my name will forever remind me of my grandmother. This is one of the reasons I will resist any efforts to change my name, because of that connection, and how it reminds me of her and how much more needs to be done to fight this scurge.
(edit: Oh, and his philosophy was "no blood, no trail" so obviously he was a brother of mine)
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