So, about that Hash trail I did yesterday instead of the one the Hare worked so hard to prepare. I just wasn’t feeling up for the long, hard climb to the Kalaklan Ridge. Instead, I did the portion of last week’s long trail that I missed. It was the right call because my elevation gain was only about a third of what getting to the top of Kalaklan would have been, and I was pretty whacked when I finished my hill.
Then came the part of the trail going down where I fucked up and suffered my first Hash crash in years. It wasn’t even that steep, but I stepped on a loose rock, and it rolled under my foot like a roller skate, causing me to lose balance and come down hard on my right side. It hurt, but it would have been worse if I’d rolled over a cliff. Some scrapes and bruises on my leg and arm seemed to be the extent of the damage. Until I woke up this morning with a sharp pain in my lower back when I bend over or try to lift my leg. Just getting in and out of the car today for the grocery shopping was torturous. And I can’t remember the last time I had to sit down to put on my pants. Hopefully, this hurtin’ goes away soon.
Did the after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter, then we made our way home glad to still be among the living.
Speaking of which, Facebook memories today took me back twelve years, to when I was competing in a regional darts tournament in Augusta, Georgia.
It’s the 2018 New Year in the LTG archives, and in this post, I recount the adventure of my very first Hash. And now, I’ve completed 393 Hash Runs, making me #12 for the most in SBH3. I’ve had several Hash crashes over the years, including one that left me in stitches, but I’m still going. I get knocked down, but I get up again…
Today’s YouTube video explains the economic model of the ubiquitous and uniquely Filipino sari-sari store. I rarely patronize them myself, but they are everywhere, often several within one block. I don’t know how they make any money, but I guess the goal is to just make enough to open tomorrow.
Laugh until the pain goes away:
I’m gonna have to pass on darts today since I can’t bend over to pick up my bounce-outs. Oh, and you know what a week without ice cream got me? A one-pound weight GAIN. Oh well, I’m not ready to give up.