Leader of the pack

Well, by pack I mean the lame and sane Hashers that opted out of doing the crazy 10K trail Vienna Sausage crafted. I had an idea in mind for what I would do, and when I looked back after starting, I was shocked that so many people were following me. I guess it might have been a case of “if he can do it, I can, too” reasoning. I did have a hill climb planned, and about half of my group bailed and stayed on the street. And then three of the ones who started the climb gave up about halfway through. The three remaining shortcutters with me wound up intersecting with the official trail and we followed it the rest of the way back to the On-Home venue.

The long and short of it. I added 2K by walking from my house to the start.
The gathering at the starting point.
Follow me if you dare!
Up the tires at the beginning of the climb.
A pause for the breathless.
These three gave up and retreated partway up.
Stepping it up.
Almost there!
Well, I’ll be damned, here we are on the real trail. I had no idea our paths would cross.
The going got easier as the trail leveled out.
On-On!
Hello, my friend.
The Subic view
And the Barretto side of things.
The other side of town.
That piece of peninsula I’ll be buying in my do-over life.
I’ll take that as a sign.
Let’s get down to it, then.
The way I rolled.
Hanging around at our On-Home venue, the Bella Monte hotel.
Welcome back, Pubic Head.
Looks to be more than a handful, Fast and Loose.
My view at the after-Hash IDM gathering.

One of my group, Captain Prickhard, struggled mightily during the climb. He told me afterward that he recalled the days when I couldn’t keep up with him. Yeah, I’m doing much better lately now that my lungs aren’t causing me trouble.

And that was how my Hash Monday went down.

On this date, eleven years ago, I wrote a post entitled, “Sick on many levels,” recounting a recurring dream during which I was Aqualung, the star of a Jethro Tull song by that name. That was some weird shit I’d have forgotten all about if it wasn’t documented in the LTG archives.

Seven years ago, I completed my final Hash run with the Humphreys Hangover Hash House Harriers in Pyeongtaek.
Eight years ago, we had a cookout on the back deck of Shenanigans in Itaewon as I said goodbye to Seoul before moving down to Pyeongtaek.
Eleven years ago, I joined my wife at a temple in Ui-dong to celebrate Buddha’s birthday.
A rub but no tug.

Today’s YouTube video shows some street scenes from Manila in the 1930s. I probably would have liked it better back then. Although I did notice the traffic still sucked.

Here are some things you probably haven’t seen before (and likely hope you never will again):

Whatever you say, dear.
Don’t worry, be happy!
Damn, I meant to post this one yesterday…

And so it goes.

Well, you might have guessed what today’s music video song was going to be. The Shangri-Las were a bit before my time, but for some reason I remembered their biggest hit. Lead singer Mary Weiss died last year at 75 from COPD complications.

1 thought on “Leader of the pack

  1. I’m not sure I saw the actual distance you’d walked versus the exact original distance of Vienna Sausage’s trail. You said you’d added 2K to your walk, but your walk was also a shortcut, so in the end, how long was it from your place to the On-home?

    Welcome back, Pubic Head.

    Here’s hoping he’s around for many more years. Is he all better?

    Have you guys ever planned out a flat walk that was just raw distance? A minimum of 18-20K? Is there such a stretch anywhere in the PI?

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