It was a night out at the Fire Station, and Chuck Wao set the run. Amongst the runners was Square Rooter and he was flying throughout the run – it wasn’t revealed until the circle that he had actually co-hared the run! No wonder he knew where to go! Given that he knew how bad a run it was, I’m shocked he chose to go out and run it again!!!
We set off and were quickly heading up hill – there didn’t seem to be many choices, so it had to be uphill, skirting along a narrow edge that was sure to freak Belly Dancer out – but it was Dog Shit who was the first to turn back. At a waterfall Sloppy Rod scrambled across to start the climb up the steep steep hill to nowhere.
Someway up we hit a trail and Sloppy Rod was first there. In a devious (Scum Bag) way he picked his direction and then leant on a tree to catch his breath – “resting”. Of course he chose the trail back down – which he’d run many times before – forcing me to check the trail even further up hill. Once I’d got around 100m straight up he called On-On and ran away from us. We were doing a good job of chasing him down the hill until he took a short cut to come in clear.
Meanwhile I was just one of the runners to completely screw up, ending up in some kind lady’s back garden. She was kind, but her dogs weren’t quite so kind. I did make it back, but from completely the wrong direction.
After a long pause and a quick bite to eat the circle started with a Kwazi Monologue – At least now he knows what a fortnight is. The rain finally arrived and cut the circle short. Those of us without 4 wheel drive got our cars out of the A site before we got stuck on the muddy hill.