Survived another Hash which these days isn’t necessarily a foregone conclusion. The run was way out in Calapadayan and Leech My Nuggets was the Hare. That could have been an especially bad combination. I was on the fence about doing the trail but in the end decided “fuck it, let’s go”.

The trail itself was almost moderate by Leech standards. There was a long and steady climb up, but it was only somewhat steep in places. The trail itself was not too long, only 5K or so. I did alright on the flats and downhill portions but was panting like a dog in heat all the way up. And moving almost painfully slow, even by my standards. Still, a couple of the older guys were struggling too so I wasn’t alone on the mountain which gave me some confidence or at least reassurance that I wouldn’t be dying alone up there.

After our after-Hash rituals, I took a Jeepney ride back to Barretto and called it an early night. I was exhausted. Not too exhausted to wake up a 0300 for a coughing fit though.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
And I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah

UPDATE: Well, I’ve been doing better at not recycling post titles, but I see I used “I’m still standing” way back in February 2019. That was about an earthquake though.