I had the unpleasant realization last week that I'm not quite in good enough shape to run with the Hash House Harriers. The "Hashers" are an international group of non-competitive runners who mix running with drinking. Their "runs" are very similar to the Wild Turkey Trot we did in college except I don't remember us giving each other fun nicknames like Cunt of the Litter and Edgar Allan Ho.
The Hasher philosophy (beer drinkers with a running problem) is something I completely endorse. They celebrate the social nature of running while avoiding getting excessively competitive, serious, and lame. The only catch is that they run up to 5 miles during these social runs which include breaks to drink beer or shots. Lately, I've been lucky to get through a total of 25 minutes of running without my shins locking up or the tendinitis in my left me crippling me.
Perhaps this is my punishment for years of excessive seriousness and a failure to understand that running could actually be a fun social activity. Week by week I am gradually working my way up to 35-40 minutes of running without pain. Last Fall, I boldly stated in a blog my goal of winning an age group award (my inspiration was the socks that Marshall can now proudly display above his mantle). Nearly one year later I have the more modest goal of completing a Hash run. Instead of socks, my award will be a vulgar nickname which I will probably never write in this blog.
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I still like drinking. I drink a lot of bourbon. Sometimes it's the highlight of my day.
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