Pamela teamed up with Minute Man to set a run about 14 clicks down the canal road. From the start they had us all confused and the first couple of km had us running around in circles, back and forth, where every check seemed to be unexpected. Minute Man was happy to hear that I was the victim of his over long back checks as the first couple of checks foxed me.
Rather than running perfectly good trails through the hills we normally hit the hares took us through people’s gardens to a completely different hill. After one stretch along a creek bed we headed up, scrambling through the bush till we hit a random trail at the top. With a few zigzags nobody knew where they were (or who they were, or why they were there) and then the hares were stood gleefully on the road telling us we’d done it all wrong, but we should go “that way”. 10 minutes later we were back to the hares and they again told us we were doing it wrong and should go a completely different way.
Perhaps it was me? Almost everyone else seemed to figure it out and were way ahead with Chuck Wao enjoying his moment in the lead. The hares set a long FRB straight – a good running trail for those with the energy (or willpower) to keep going. By now I was dreaming of the beer and settled in with Bone Hur jogging along comfortably. Finally we hit the On-In and again (apparently) I did it wrong again and appeared to the hares from completely the wrong direction. The hares pointed out that 80% of the hashers had no problem finding the trail, well I had no problem at all in finding all the wrong trails!