Hash Run, How I love thee
After six months I check my weight.
I'm now down to 308.
Over 10 pounds is what I loose
All that while drinkin' booze.
Good crowds, good walkin', good boobs, good trail,
Each week I run, and will never fail.
I dunno...
Sometimes I feel I slip, and lack discipline. Last sunday at Humpin' I stopped after a mile or so and head back. The beginning of trail was a steady incline and it was HOT in East Carlsbad. I started feeling not good, too overheated. I felt bad about only getting about 20-30 minutes through trail. But hey! 20 minutes is better than nothing.
so I headed back to the start, found out where the end was and drove over, had fun, heard some sick twisted Down-down songs, etc.
Example:
Song for the Virgins
"We've got virgins
we've got virgins
At our Hash
At our Hash
Gonna get 'em fucked up
Gonna get 'em fucked up
Up the ass
Up the ass
Drink it Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, ~people drink~"
You'd be surprised on how much rugged territory is in San Diego County. Hasher call that "Shiggy". When we say trail, we mean trail. Most hash runs go off road. I may have not done the complete trail at Humpin last week. But I did do the whole trail at Larrikins, last night. It was the easy / Turkey trail, but it was still about 6 miles. over 50% Shiggy.
Where does the term shiggy come from? Well, one hasher, many years ago, was running and fell into a pit of pig shit. When he came up he meant to yell piggy shit, what came out was "SHIGGY PIT!" and the term stuck. Shiggy Trees, brush, briars, poison oak, poison ivy, poison sumac, obstacles, rivers, creeks, streams, mud, swamps, hills, valleys, and most things that are natural. Most hashers reckon a good trail should contain lots of shiggy, which we love and hate.
Good Shiggy
Like last night, I am fat, out of shape, and old. Combined that means slow. I walked for a good 2 and a half hours, in poway. My thoughts were to turn back after the beercheck, usually about 2-3 miles down trail. When I got to the beercheck, I was Dead Fuck Last, everyone had gone through, and all the beer was gone. Shit!
I was hoping to find my way back to the road, and shortcut my way back to start. But the fences of peoples properties blocked my shortcuting. I could either press on or go back. It was cool, I had energy, so I went onward. Towards the end I Had the opportunity to shortcut, but felt too good to do so. So yay!.
Larrikin's always end their trails at bars, I made it there and people made a spectacle of themselves so much that we actually recruited three non-hashers/"mortals" from the bar itself. "Officer and a Gerbil" was unhappy at the tameness of her name that she had just recieved so we renamed her "F.L.O.G. = Fucks Lame Old Guys".
I'm now down to 308.
Over 10 pounds is what I loose
All that while drinkin' booze.
Good crowds, good walkin', good boobs, good trail,
Each week I run, and will never fail.
I dunno...
Sometimes I feel I slip, and lack discipline. Last sunday at Humpin' I stopped after a mile or so and head back. The beginning of trail was a steady incline and it was HOT in East Carlsbad. I started feeling not good, too overheated. I felt bad about only getting about 20-30 minutes through trail. But hey! 20 minutes is better than nothing.
so I headed back to the start, found out where the end was and drove over, had fun, heard some sick twisted Down-down songs, etc.
Example:
Song for the Virgins
"We've got virgins
we've got virgins
At our Hash
At our Hash
Gonna get 'em fucked up
Gonna get 'em fucked up
Up the ass
Up the ass
Drink it Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, ~people drink~"
You'd be surprised on how much rugged territory is in San Diego County. Hasher call that "Shiggy". When we say trail, we mean trail. Most hash runs go off road. I may have not done the complete trail at Humpin last week. But I did do the whole trail at Larrikins, last night. It was the easy / Turkey trail, but it was still about 6 miles. over 50% Shiggy.
Where does the term shiggy come from? Well, one hasher, many years ago, was running and fell into a pit of pig shit. When he came up he meant to yell piggy shit, what came out was "SHIGGY PIT!" and the term stuck. Shiggy Trees, brush, briars, poison oak, poison ivy, poison sumac, obstacles, rivers, creeks, streams, mud, swamps, hills, valleys, and most things that are natural. Most hashers reckon a good trail should contain lots of shiggy, which we love and hate.
Good Shiggy
Like last night, I am fat, out of shape, and old. Combined that means slow. I walked for a good 2 and a half hours, in poway. My thoughts were to turn back after the beercheck, usually about 2-3 miles down trail. When I got to the beercheck, I was Dead Fuck Last, everyone had gone through, and all the beer was gone. Shit!
I was hoping to find my way back to the road, and shortcut my way back to start. But the fences of peoples properties blocked my shortcuting. I could either press on or go back. It was cool, I had energy, so I went onward. Towards the end I Had the opportunity to shortcut, but felt too good to do so. So yay!.
Larrikin's always end their trails at bars, I made it there and people made a spectacle of themselves so much that we actually recruited three non-hashers/"mortals" from the bar itself. "Officer and a Gerbil" was unhappy at the tameness of her name that she had just recieved so we renamed her "F.L.O.G. = Fucks Lame Old Guys".