Geisha Gash teamed up with Cool Balls for todays run out in the Maesa Valley past the X center. There was a big crowd turned up with high expectations – how soon would those expectations be dashed? Belly Dancer & I set off in the direction we were sent only to be called back after 400m or so by Superman’s whistle – WTF? This was a bad start…
Dodging through the rest of the pack, including Chilly Pussy dragging her dog over a small bamboo bridge, I was way behind, when I finally caught Chuck Wao, who was muttering and mumbling about the need to catch the returning Brown Finger – the bastard had been away training for 5 months!
Hit the Wimp Rambo split with BF, mr Poo and HRA, with Chuck Wao not far ahead, and then we went straight up a bastard hill. Steep, and slippy from the rain and it went up, up, up and then a bit more up. Was there a check? NO! Just a random split off to the right to hit another trail to come down – only this trail was more slippy and more dangerous… Any checks? NO!
We slid down the hill with Poo calling “Wooooh!” rather than “OnOn” and at the bottom there was a great place for a check – but no check. Ass! Then we went into the rice fields – could the run get any worse??? Surely (as Chuckie would say) it is morally wrong to go through rice fields at this time of year, and it sets back Thai Farang relations by decades…. I won’t go that far, but it isn’t possible to run as we try to not damage the paddy walls…
Could it get any worse? Well, finally we hit the On-In… and were faced with 3km of tarmac back to the beer… OK – I exaggerate, it was 2.9km. Ass! WTF? Ass! WTF? I heard the comment “I was going to be nice to the hares, but….. fuck it”. I remember Dick Tracy setting arguably the worst run of the year, but to be honest, I think this topped it.