Braving gray skies (and actual rain), three intrepid hashers gathered at (almost) the appointed hour in the Parc du Millenaire in Courbevoie. After the appropriate delay for late-comers, we were about to start out when Socks & Roses showed up (reducing our potential per capita beer consumption from 20 to 15). Then Sleeping Sex received a text message from two visitors from Zagreb who were just arriving at the metro la Defense/Grand Arc. Since they would increase our numbers by 50% (further reducing per capita beer consumption), Bender and Sleeping Sex went off looking for them.
After a reasonable delay, Bender returned to report that the visitors were nowhere to be found, but Sleeping Sex would keep looking (since the visitors would be walkers). Just as the three remaining runners were setting off, the traditional cry of “On On” was echoed from the other side of the Parc; the visitors had arrived (but without Sleeping Sex). As the Hare, Bender felt obliged to remain with the new walkers (Just Marija and Full Monkey), leaving just TWO to run (as you can see, the day was a series of mathematical calculations).
And so Socks & Roses and Running Commentary set off to follow the trail of the bouncing ball, and quickly ran into the first of what would be many of Bender’s trademarked, unmarked right angle turns. But the trail was eventually re-found, including dead-ends, crisscrossing the tram line, and discovering delightful residential streets.
But all good things must come to an end. Just as the Hareless runners realized that they had circled back onto the same trail, Bender called from the first beer stop to guide them in for an instrument landing. Since much time had already passed, the hare decided to adjourn to the more congenial second beer stop – a short walk away, but avoiding the tortuous trail up and down hills and stairways to the Parc Diderot and its impressive man-made cascades.
By this time the sun had come out and the trail returned to the arc. Runners and walkers intersected several times (the latter have missed several more right angle turns) and eventually made it back to the starting point. Finding no suitable site for the massive assemblage (and fearing the returning rain), the circle was abandoned and the group adjourned for bouffe and beer on Bender’s balcony.
N.B.: Had the circle actually taken place, accusations would have included Sleeping Sex for abandoning the trail before it started; the hare for his unmarked geometry, and Socks and Roses for the unprecedented double of FRB (with Running Commentary!) and Dead F**king Last!
Very retro, and those shorts ………
Thought provoking for the next Red Dress Run?