A rushed sketch…too late?
1775 was the run that wasn’t or hadn’t been. No no-bus this time, as Point A was the bus depot. We welcomed 3 visitors, Strap On and the other 2, and so we circled up in the middle of a busy crossroads deep in Hoc Mon for a sweltering run – advertised as 7km, but trusting Cock-a-leaky, turned out to be over 11.
Dogs, yes, lots. Cocks, ditto. Buffalo, zero. Despite many clumps of shreddy, Non-Stop’s navigational skills were required, but at least all the checks and tricks were done before the last 3k. The runners couldn’t have found a more stifling and dingy shed for their beer stop, only to be regaled with descriptions of the airy splendour of the many beer stops the walkers were enjoying. Sadly, Too Pissed was clearly too pissed to remember and gave a gushing run report, though Shitty Tits made up with a walk report – probably moaning about too many beer stops. Combined score an upside-down 69 (which we are all recommended to try).
The day’s walking runner and RA eventually emerged from somewhere, and the fairer 3 runners were charged for having managed to find some circumventions and, led by Semen Raider, leapt voluntarily onto the ice.
That wasn’t enough for Chemically Castrated, who was favoured to join them. So, despite being liable to a scolding from TG for gushing, Cock a Leaky, One At Time and whoever the Forgettable Fuck was, all deserve gushings of praise for a great trail and added to all of In and Outs efforts made for a great day.
On On.
Rocky