10km down the canal road meant crossing a bridge ‘precisely’ 10km along the canal road and then weaving our way to the runsite that was easily accessed from 10.5km along! A T junction, a little persistent rain, and little sign of ‘sheltah’. Numbers hit by weather and season it was a mixed bag eagerly waiting for what Frozen had in store…
10KM IS A MINI BALL BREAKER!
So, harebrief done, we set off. Nobody else wanted to run, so I was on my own – until the first check, where I did a 150m in 180 degrees from the trail. Humperdick dawdled his way along to call onon – perhaps he was getting into the hares head. It wasn’t the last time I was wrong, and I spent the first part of the run checking the wrong way while Humps took his time on the true trail!
10km is a mini ball breaker!
We zig zagged left and right, passing familiar run sites at the karting track. But all the checks were going away from the A-site. We kept going, getting more checks wrong than right – the hare was doing a fine job of keeping the pack together – I have no idea how many times I passed Crap Thai, who was the FRB for a while in the middle. Finally we got to the turn – or at least we got to a circle that everyone thought was the turn… Unfortunately it wasn’t the turn, and we set off into a valley – was I the only one who had a sense of direction???
10kM iS a MiNi BaLl BrEaKeR!
Finally the trail ran out, by a house and a small lake. What? What was going on? I had a standard hash run on my watch, perhaps there was a fuck up? perhaps there had been a check there? For sure I wasn’t going any further into the valley. I knew there was a trail that cut through back to the left, so headed in that direction. Sure enough I found trail and called OnOn. I was ahead, on good trail, and set off back in the direction of home.
10km? seriously?
The trail was good through the forest, and we had a few checks that I nailed, and then one that I didn’t. I came back from the wrong direction while Piggy passed by ahead and I found myself with Beautiful Box. I could think of worse company lost in the jungle, and we set off to get ourselves lost in a lamyai orchard instead. No idea where everyone else had gone, we found bits of paper in various places for a while in the orchard. In the end we figured the trail wasn’t related to what we were supposed to be doing, and started to bail out.
10KM!!!
We finally heard calls off to the left, and joined Piggy who was also off paper, leading the rest of the pack. When we found him, we also found paper. He was sure which way to go, while I wasn’t so convinced… I regret not being more thorough, but we ended up going backwards on trail for a while, until we just gave up and set off back towards the cars. A worried hare met us on his way to look for us, but we found our way home…
If the criteria for a good run is keeping the pack together, he succeeded! If the criteria is setting a run of 45-60 minutes, he didn’t! Either way we had a good work out, and a fun, but tired circle.