Last night marked my grand return to hashing. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to do it lately – from the DST switch to Sunday afternoons/evenings, to the busted tailbone, to the busted knee.
It’s been a while.
Anyways, the hash started went a little something like this (errors included):
This translated to ~4.2 miles. Considering how long I haven’t run and why, I think I did damn well – I even beat a number of people (it’s not a race, but at least I wasn’t DFL (Dead Fucking Last)). And ohsweetmercifulcrap, my legs aren’t even anywhere near sore. That’s goddamnfuckingamazing.
And the bastards finally did it – they named me. So now, when running, please refer to me as Pastor Bait-Her™.