I went to a hash run at 4 pm yesterday to get my mind off things and to do some Healthy Stuff (TM). The HHH (Hash House Harriers) are a group of hardcore runners who loves to go trailblazing based on the concept of a paper chase.
It’s not the paper chase you’re familiar with and definitely not what African American rappers mean when they say “outlaws on a paper chase, can you relate” or “Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM, get the money, dollar dollar bills, yo”. This is a traditional paper chase with a “hare” dropping shredded paper as a trail and the rest of us “harriers” following the trail.
To do this, you need:
Running shoes (or just trainers)
Sunblock (which I later found out was a Bad Idea (TM))
The trail goes through hilly terrain and some intimidating foliage. Steep inclines and sharp descents were not uncommon and I was told that this was one of the easier trails.
It wasn’t sunny enough for the sunblock to be really necessary, and after a while, you realize why it’s a Bad Idea (TM) – the sweat dripping from your brows gets mixed with the sunblock and starts stinging your eyes.
The group soon separated into a less orderly fashion and the paper trails was all that is left for the harriers. There were constant calls of “On On” – a HHH tradition and a sweeper at the back to collect the paper trail.
There were bamboo trees that looked like a scene from a Chinese wu xia (martial arts) movie…
…and even miniature pitcher plants!
Stunning vistas marked the end of the trail. It was indeed invigorating to go on the run. I managed to make pretty good time despite being relatively unfit.
I must admit that I was totally bushed when I got out though. Heh!
The Sibu HHH were experienced enough to bring a chiller with plenty of bottled water and isotonic drinks…
…and watermelon!
Nothing beats a cold, juice slice of watermelon after some exertion. Mmm…
Sandwiches were also available for those who want a bite to eat.
However, one question still bugs me though…
…what happened to “The drinking club with a running problem”?
Amber fluid, amber fluid, where art thou? π