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.
re: Sari sari stores
Not uniquely Filipino. See a similar type of store in Thailand, especially in the rural areas. Was in southern Thailand, had a scooter and there was a “sari sari” store just down the road. They would sell gas by the 1/2 liter, 1 liter, etc. They used old water bottles of various sizes and filled them with gas. Worked in a pinch.
But like you, I am not sure how they make money. In Thailand at least, generally someone will go to Tesco, Lotus or similar and buy a bunch of stuff and then come back and resell in the sari sari store for a few baht (or peso) markup. Certainly not going be become rich, but if your labor costs are pretty much nil, and no cost for the store rental, I guess you can eke out some sort of living doing it.
Hope the recovery from the Hash fall is quick!
The best diet that will leave you miserable:
• fatty proteins (red meat, chicken, fish)
• leafy greens
• no beer, no sugary drinks, no other carbs (pasta, bread, sugar, etc.)
Dietary fat is bad for you only if paired with carbs (e.g., cheese on pizza, chocolate-cream pie, etc.). Otherwise, something like the keto diet advocates 75% fat, 20% protein, and only 5% carbs per day. Couple that with intermittent fasting, and you’ll experience both ketosis and autophagy. Also: keep your caloric intake under 1800 per day. Couple all that with your 15K steps per day, and you’re golden.
re: your fall
Sorry to hear about that. Any plans to see the doc?
re: priest/golfer joke
This sounds like a variant of a joke I’d heard back in junior high:
Jesus and an old man are playing golf. Jesus tees off; his ball sails into a water hazard, but the ball just rolls across the surface of the water and stops just short of the hole. The old man whacks his ball; it flies into the water hazard with a plop. The ball gets eaten by a huge fish; an eagle swoops down and grabs the fish. Adjusting the grip of its talons on the fish, the eagle inadvertently forces the ball out of its prey; the ball sails down, straight into the hole beyond the water hazard. Hole in one.
Jesus grimaces at the old man and says, “Quit showing off, Dad.”
re: the “Larson” meme
I thought Samwise marred Rosie, not Elrond.