all set off at cracking pace
– obviously thought it was a wheeze.
We were sure we’d have enjoyed it too – if we
could only breathe!
What a lovely view from here, and look at that
Still, we won’t have to go up there….oh heck –
I think we will.
a beautiful little stream
– it’ll be quite deep I bet.
You mean we have to go right through it? But
we’ll get our knickers wet.
After fifteen, hundred, thousand miles we
arrived back at the car.
We were totally exhausted. Thought, “How unfit
we started running every week
– no longer filled with dread
‘Til hare-razor approached us. She turned to
us and said,
“Your running is improving and in stature you
Now all the other hashers think its time you
laid your own.”
didn’t want to do it.
“What us? But we’re so meek.”
She said, “You haven’t got a choice mate ‘cos
you’re doing it next week!”
That’s when the night sweats began – we simply
could not sleep.
Overnight I was turned into a nervous quivering
had to plan the route ourselves,
get raffle prizes AND
We had to ask the farmer if we could run over
What if the run was too short? Or even worse –
And what if we actually lose someone?
God – I hope it’s
be kind to your hares tonight.
Be generous, be nice.
Last time we were virgins; now we’ve only done
I can delay no longer - it’s time to start the
hashers, enjoy it...!
now, where’s my valium!!!
Get One Free & Dockleaf
hares: run 1418 May 2005