Hared by Powertool and Will He Peter
So many long hours and lots of hard work went into making the H4 Marathon Mile a success. As a first year runner of the half marathon, I can say that that hard work did not go unnoticed. Knowing that our peeps and cold beer was close to the end of the race showing their support was what kept us going. Thanks, everyone!
The marathon after-party was at The Brewery Tap on Franklin, where they served up free pizza and a keg of brown ale. Hashers gathered from some pre-run beer, telling stories of the race and hash mile and admiring medals.
D!ckhead and Pull the Plug took some awesome pictures of this year’s Marathon Mile. Click the image above to see DH’s. Click the image below to see PTP’s.
Powertool and Will He Peter were the hares for this post-marathon run, which started at the bar. We were impressed with the racists who were also running the hash. I’m a ween, so I did not. Below are the trail highlights from guest scribe, Beat My Meat.
~The trail headed north from The Brewery Tap over buffalo bayou. Trail was found up the stairs and over main street were the pack would get a foreshadowing look at the Allen’s Landing end to come. Through old industrial area and on-on south across the bayou, the racist pack then found itself heading back towards the start where trail became scarce. Then a whistle blows, and we are on-in at Allen’s Landing. The end was traditional although some of the pack was temporarily confused by thinking the end may be at the new brewery.~
A delicious frosty keg of Winter Stout was awaiting the arrival of the hounds, as well as the usual table of hash snacks. B*tt Pirate started the circle, and immediately, kudos were given to WoWMoMWoW and Hairy Palms and the Chevron Houston Marathon race officials. Just Brandt was given the name “Ma*xy Pad” with no vote needed.
Our beloved Klosit Phreek passed the Hash*t on to the always naughty Easy to Please. Handle with care. Klosit Phreek, we will miss you while you are away!! Stay safe and as they say in Porter, don’t take no sh*t off nobody!
Beat My Meat was offended because he thought Pull the Plug was running to take his photo while the half marathon, then realized that PTP was snapping pics of the Zumba dancers by mile 11. Can’t fault him for that, but PTP still did a down-down.
EZ to Plz told us that we were dumb to think that she would wear new shoes to her first 5k race, yet the consensus of the crowd was that, yes, they were indeed new! McP, who had stepped in for B*tt Pirate, gave her the choice of drinking out of her pristine new shoe, or drink from Will He Peter’s big black orthopedic shoe. She chose poorly. Thanks for lending her your shoe, WHP.
Someone overheard Big Wet Hole threaten Just Ken that if he told on her for having new shoes, there would be no h*ead tonight. That someone tattled, and proposed the name “No H*ead Tonight” for Just Ken. Too good to pass up! I also added that if she had to drink from her new shoe, that it needed to be the one that had blood on it from an injured toenail. McP proposed that “No H*ead Tonight” do the down-down on her behalf out of her bloody new shoe. Good things.
The circle had a war over the proposed names for Just Stan, marathon course director. Choices were Totem Scr*tem or something with the “C” word. There were a few other suggestions, but truly, we would never see this man again if his name included the c word. He went down as Just Stan, and he rose as Totem Scr*tem.
In the midst of all of the hash shenanigans, Pull the Plug caught a prize-winning picture of Hooter posing with some lovelies at the very moment he’d been shucked. In the photo, you can distinctly see Hooter’s… EVERYTHING. Someone, please make t-shirts.
The on-on-on continued back at The Brewery Tap. Exhausted, BM2 and I took it to the house.
On-on to the Haiti Relief Rogue Hash, the Full Moon hash and 8″ Crack’s B-day hash!
Hugs & Kisses,
Really? F*@k!!