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Double check the hareline – yes, the miniballbreaker was set by Mr. Poo on 7th November… Today was a regular run by Pigshit… Maybe I didn’t get the memo? The hare was cautious in his harebrief recommending us to take the Walker trail if we weren’t feeling fit – perhaps we should have listened to him? A site was the hexagonal shelter in Ob Kham. I set off with Turkey sprinting off only to remember he still had his car keys, so he turned back. I figured I may as well keep going, and the first circle was exactly where expected. I thought I could see something on the trees to the right, and sure enough I was on. Up the hill, may as well keep on running there is bound to be a check at the top of the rise. I opted to go to the left – there are 2 trails there, and if one is wrong you can normally see the other trail.

Ack, no sign of paper, so I figured I would go around the hill and join the pack the other side. What was that up ahead? A big of paper? From this run? Strange… It was too far.. Surely I wasn’t on… I looked back, and only then saw the line of paper leading to where I was… ONON… I got the next check right as well, and was cruising along nicely until I got one wrong. Turning back, I got back to the circle about the same time Chuckie called. Apparently it was a public toilet as Mr. Poo & Naheman were taking a break rather than checking. The pace was quick for the hash. With Chuckie leading the way there was a great check – surely not that way, it would be back to the left. Another one I got right, and dragged Graven along with me. We ran up and down over the small hill by BJ farm. Damn this pace was quick – I don’t think I am fit enough for this…

Had to use everything to my advantage. I had already guessed where the Wimp Rambo split would be – I was right, and headed towards it. Luckily the trail also went that way and we ran as a pack with Sloppy, Graven, Poo, KnockOut, Naheman, Chuckie all in close order. After the split, there was a circle. I pushed on to make sure I got the first choice, and went straight. Chuckie followed not wanting to check the trail to the right… Finally I (we) were wrong, and turned back to hear Sloppy calling from the other trail.

Ack! This was going to be a long one… 8.25km for me. Lovely trails, a good set that kept a sizeable bunch together for most of the run. Definitely a runners run which will have done my fitness some good. It took a while for me to recover after – thanks!

I was nervous arriving at the runsite – I wasn’t feeling too strong, and there was a mini-ballbreaker in store… I am lacking fitness, and tired. Take it steady and you’ll be fine, I kept thinking to myself. Runsite, and no water… Turkey on his way we heard, but I needed more water. I went to the nearest shop to get some waters, and I definitely need to get a camelpak for the future. I bought 6 bottles, but all vanished quickly. Finally the hash water arrived as we were about to set off. I hadn’t prepared myself properly, all my fault.

I walked off at the start with Chuckie. When Knockout passed us, we debated whether to run along behind her, or to save our energy – definitely some utility theory came into play, but we carried on walking. All the way to the first check, and for now my idea of checking was circle guarding. First circle I finally picked a way to start to walk, but picked the wrong one, and was already behind. I broke into a jog to catch up. At the next check, I was the one who crawled under the barbed wire, just to find the old trails were overgrown and impassable. Chances were we’d be sticking to lower ground for a while, and when it was called, it was clear everyone had short cut as we should have gone to the right – with a collective pact with continued forwards – this is a ball breaker and if we can pinch a bit off the hares, surely it is in the collective good?

Then we started up the hill and straddled the hill. I slotted into mid pack to avoid the exertion of checking. A check took us up the hill, to another circle. The pack had spread out up the hill, ignoring the trail to the right that went down. Piggy opted for it, and it looked good to me. So good when I spotted something white way down the hill. Graven spotted it too, almost too vocally, but held himself back, as the 3 of us ran down while the like of Brownie were still climbing. There was paper, and it was our paper, time to call! And we were descending quickly. At the bottom there was a lake, and my brain was running different options, but decided it had to be the lake above 700 year stadium. Somehow I got to a circle check 2nd… This was going against strategy – Now I kind of had to do some checking… Fortunately Piggy had chosen the wrong way, so I got to check out the trail I would have picked anyway.

The checks were coming thick and fast – the way I like it. I was right, and with HRA behind I nailed a couple more. Damn… This wasn’t my plan at all… I was hot, in front, and still not feeling very good. We came out to the building site, and I missed a sharp turn to the left, but rejoined them in the construction yard. The bastards have cleared trees, so with the sun beating down I climbed up the hill. 100m? perhaps a bit more? Nothing. Shit, this isn’t good. I ran back down, still nobody calling. Perhaps it was all the way down past that noisy digger? Finally I saw people running across the construction yard, and tried to follow suit. I joined Crap Thai, but it wasn’t feeling good, and he took off. We got to the trail towards HTT and I could just about hear them ahead of me. I caught them at the corner where the waterfall trail goes up, up, up….

I paused… Where could the beerstop be? I wasn’t worried about the beer, I just wanted some water… Could they go all the way to HTT and back? or perhaps back to 700 year stadium? Looked and my watch, and we were 5k in, nearly an hour… I was thirsty, and I’ve been up that trail before. I know where it goes. I decided I would try to find the hares, rather than risk climbing the hill without drinks. I went along the trail a bit to see if they were heading to HTT, but no sign of paper, so I turned back to 700 year stadium. Someone else should write up the rest of the run – it was a ball breaker, and my balls were broken. I wasn’t alone… – as ball breakers go, this one certainly broke some balls.

Brown Finger was defeated – just minutes from the summit, he turned back (with Taste My Buns), and came back along the road. Search Parties were sent out for runners on both the long and the short run. One by one hashers descended from the mountain. Chuckie came in looking exhausted – deciding not to drink through exhaustion. Finally Crap Thai was found… and after he was found his torch could be used to find Cuckold. It is early into the season, but congrats Poo – you managed to break a lot of balls – and do so without killing anyone!

Mr. Poo has been on the hareline for months, setting a special mini-ball breaker…. months back he chose the area around Huay Tung Thao, and immediately a bunch of hashers agreed it was a good idea and set runs there… So he moved his mini ball breaker, and rescouted it… So Wooly Jumper figured she would choose Mr. Poo’s wife as her co-hare and set a run so close to his run area. Good luck next week Khun Poo!

The hare brief told us that there would be powder after the first circle check, but no powder after that…. So anyone who drove in would know that the powder led across the dam as we’d driven in. I set off and Brown Finger (great to have you back bud!) slipped in behind me, as we raced across the dam – first km 5:10. I can’t keep that shit up! Then we hit the hill… And Brownfinger (along with Chuckie) filed in behind me… We were climbing a serious hill, and Brownfinger and Chuckie were just chatting away catching up behind me – they asked me questions, but I was barely able to breathe let alone keep climbing.

Very few checks early on, so I guess the pack was spread out. Brownfinger followed me through a couple and promised to check next time. Another circle and I check straight while Brownie & CW checked down the hill. Silence… I got to 100m or so, and there was no sounds from below… Then I spied some paper – a precise square of paper ahead. I headed towards it, and heard CW calling OnOn from below. There must be some mistake – the paper I found was clearly marked as the halloween run. There were no trails leading to it, it has to be the right trail – around the right distance… I called OnOn, but with silence behind, I followed the well marked trail up the hill. A long way up the hill – trail well marked with halloween markers.. I can’t be mistaken – the trail was marked with unique markings and it went up, up, up! Until…. nothing…. not even a circle check?! Presumably we would loop around and get to where Chuckie had called from? I would be the hero! I would be the only one to do the real trail! I guessed “someone” had removed the circle check? And started to check…

Time to cut a long story short… I was alone… The hares had screwed up… But they had the good fortune that everyone (except me) followed their real trail back down the hill…. I got some extra exercise and managed to catch the back runners as I came down the hill… I also got more familiar with some of the trails around where Mr. Poo is setting his mini-BB next week!

If we weren’t sure whether we could run at the Ag Center any more, we are now! Shortly after unloading the songthaew we were unceremoniously moved on. Fortunately the spot that Square Rooter used recently was close enough and the hare spared us part of his run around the fields at the end.

We set off along the road, and with prizes on offer throughout the run, the pace early on was fast. Turkish and Shagless sprinted off, only to run out of steam before we got to the first check. Everyone was willing to check though with the chance of getting a prize. At the first circle I went out to the road and spotted paper on a tree – it was another circle check so something wasn’t quite right. I started following the paper backwards, not calling while I tried to figure out how much was being cut off. A few minutes later, Turkey also found that circle and called everybody on. I tried to get people doing the true trail, but to no avail – Turkey led the way with only HRA and Obscene doing the correct route – I followed it round in a circle backwards and rejoined the pack as the trail went through the trees parallel to the road.

Jogging along the road with Chuckie it wasn’t long before we were on a very familiar little trail that runs behind the wall. Turkey was calling up front, but seems he forgot about collecting prizes, so I snagged a nice small heineken. Finally we passed Turkey as he came back from a short cut. The pace was fast and it wasn’t long before we came to the OnIn and welcome beer time…

Knockout teamed up with Chuckie, and we had another run at HTT… I love running at HTT, but after Sticky set 2 runs there recently and Mr. Poo plans a mini ball breaker, I wondered if the hares would find something different.

The new starting time had the beer monster fooled and we set off with little hope of cold beer at the finish. The GM didn’t even listen to the end of the hare brief before he took off for his few moments of glory. He was so quick off the mark that it took me a km or so to catch him, and I am not sure whether the hare brief had finished by then or not.

The first V check and I gambled left… Hitting the check back, I knew I could run through it, but given how the rest of the pack were still getting ready for the run, I went back, and sure enough the true trail looped back around and I chased Shagless on his one man FRBing. New rule, the GM sets off 5 minutes before the rest of the pack?

I got another check wrong and ended up following HRA (not so nice) and Junglicious (very nice) as we passed the football field. There was some concert going on, and the noise of bikes etc was ridiculous. Everyone was a bit confused and there was no way of hearing calls. I checked through the gate and up to the lake. I spied some pink paper on a tree near the lake, and gamboled over. I was back on, but not 100% convinced it was quite how the hares planned. I assumed HRA would come running up behind me in a minute and carried on.

My pacing was good and I felt comfortable – the checks now though were fairly easy to figure out myself, and there was nobody coming from behind. I got to the OnIn and saw Turkey on his way out. A nice run in familiar area. Most of the pack managed to figure out what the hares intended, only some of us were thwarted by the random concert that largely only attracts guys with noisy bikes. Said bikes plagued the circle, but fun nevertheless ensued.