August, indeed

[Sweder]

So, I've signed up with the WH3 (Wanchai Hash House Harriers) for Sunday. The start point is somewhere along a far-flung Metro line I've not travelled on before. Directions are as follows:
'Kam Sheung Road MTR Exit B and follow chalk to the start
4pm start
Toilets but no showers
Chinese onon'
The last line indicates a local establishment is to be blessed with our soggy presence after the down-down. How nice for them.

The hares (trail-setters) are Emma Royde and no name Mae, or Mae Verlaga. This, of course, means nothing to me. Ah well. Whilst perusing the WH3 website I came across this Hashing guide. It gives a real insight to the working of the H3 hive mind. What a dark and twisted place that is. By the way, do also check out the Hare Line, a simple listing of hares selected for a series of runs. Some quality hash names amongst them.

Last night I squeezed another really nasty 35 minute session out on the (next door hotel gym) tready. I assumed I'd run about ten k, based on the lake of sweat forming around the pummelled machine and the extreme fatigue taking hold in my legs. This must be what Mr Tumnus felt when Jadis, the White Witch, turned him to stone. But no. 4.84 'somethings' - had to be kilometres, really. I'd set an uphill run, with the incline getting steadily steeper. The final eight minutes saw an incline of 7. 7 what? Who knows. It was horrible, horrible. The young woman next to me flicked increasingly worried glances in my direction as my wheezing grew ever louder and the sweat splashed in hot pools around my slap-slapping feet. Finally she gave up, seeking solace on the eliptical trainer, far away from this large, purple-faced man, clearly about to suffer an unpleasant trauma.

Now I read MLCMan's casual mention of FOUR SOLID HOURS on one of these bad boys and I shake my head in disbelief. Astonishing stuff.