I picked Matty and Danny (sorry Terror Byte and 8-Bit) up from school and figured we had time to get around to the runsite. Horny normally sets fairly kid friendly runs, and they were up for it, so we went along. The A bucket was one of Horny’s favourites, but this time his motorbike hadn’t been impounded for drug dealing…
We finally set off, and not even Belly Dancer could be bothered to run along the street. Horny had clearly spotted a couple of wooden bridges off the road to the left, and sure enough we had to cross them both – the only redeeming feature was as Belly Dancer chickened out right in front of 8-bit who danced over it – beaten by a 4 year old! 😛
The pack was pretty close together with some skiddy checks – the hare had even bribed some drunks to send the FRBs off in the wrong direction at the next circle. The checks were doing a good job of keeping people together, and clearly the hare had plenty of yellow paint as countless times I caught up as Semen Soars, Skid Mark or HRA came back with sticks in hand. At one point we had to crawl through some barbwire – and Mr. Poo showed his class by shoving the 4 year old Danny to impale him on the deadly spikes.
We went along the side of a high barbed wire fence with skiddy sticks off to the left at each junction. Belly Dancer appeared ahead of us coming back suggesting there were skiddy sticks ahead, but of course he hadn’t bothered bringing them with him. We were foxed, trapped in a barb wire container with no escape. Poo and Graven chased off back down trail towards Skid Mark and left HRA and I to try to figure it out. We spotted a tree that could be used to get over the fence, and sure enough there was powder the other side. Thankfully HRA is more of a gentleman than Mr.Poo – as a father himself he helped me navigate the boys through the treacherous section.
The trail then continued back along the other side of the fence, and then around the field – with Horny Monkey grinning at the end of it. He’d some how managed to squeeze about 2km of running within the space of 2 football fields! Back down the road to the A bucket. Just what I was expecting! On On.