This run was dedicated to Houston H3's beloved THAI'D ONE ON, whom we will all miss dearly.
HEARTACHE and THE WORM THAT TURNS (TWTT) laid a trail that would have made THAI'D ONE ON proud to be associated with it. It turned everyone around so that the pack stuck together for the most part, slow harriettes ended up ahead of FRB's, and even had a tunnel -- Thai runs, I've heard, are famous for tunnels.
The hashers that showed up on this beautiful Sunday afternoon were those hashers who are not afraid of HEARTACHE and TWTT's trails. Many hashers, like me, came dressed in our worst running pants that had lots of holes in it, and our oldest running shoes, hoping for a rough run. TWTT told me, "It's not going to be that rough.", to which I replied, "But I like it rough!" Curiously, TWTT didn't have a reply for that.
Trail took off towards the bayou. ROLLER BALLS and SHUTTLECOCK, seeing flour on the other side of the bayou, jumped into the bayou to swim towards it. Alas, it was a false trail. The rest of us continued along the bayou, going under the bridge. After going under the bridge, many of us ran north, only to find it was a false trail, while true trail went south on the bridge.
After the bridge, trail went to the left towards the railroad tracks. We ran to the railroad tracks, found SMOOTH STROKER along the way in her car (she hangs out near refineries?), then trail went back to the main highway with a check at the corner near a gas station. SMOOTH STROKER, it turned out, gave STOP-N-BLOW and Prince Argus, SNB's Weimeraner puppy, a ride to this point. Rest assured that they got a down-down for that later!. Hashers checked everywhere, then finally someone found trail going through some woods. We ran through the woods, around the edges of the refinery, then came upon a big ditch. Again hashers dispersed looking for trail. I, along with several harriettes, opted to parallel the ditch, and ran into Pit Bull Neighborhood. It seemed that EVERYONE in this neighborhood owned one. And these pit bulls were bored enough to come run with us! Not wanting to invoke grievous bodily harm on any of us, we decided not to piss off the pit bulls and try to shoo them away. They ended up running with us the entire trail, in spite of our diplomatic efforts to get rid of them.
Ranging into Pit Bull Neighborhood turned out to be a wise choice. Those who ran the quarter mile or so of the ditch came upon a tunnel, and a female security guard. Quick thinking BLUE BALLS was forced to charm her into not arresting the pack he was running with. They then ran back into Pit Bull Neighborhood. STINKY, IS IT IN and the rest of their group talked some locals into letting them run through their backyard to get to Pit Bull Neighborhood.
While running in Pit Bull Neighborhood, the pack of harriettes and DEADLY ran into DICKHEAD, who interestingly, the pit bulls wanted nothing to do with. Well, he ran ahead and checked several potential places to rejoin the group. PUMP ME, BIDET BITCH and OUT OF TUNA ended up finding true trail going along the side of a school after crossing yet another bridge, after which some FRB's (and the pit bulls) followed us.
We came upon a back check, which we ignored, and continued running to the street. DEADLY and STINKY discussed direction (this must be why men don't ask directions; it's part of their typical conversations), and we ran along more railroad tracks. SILENT DICK and I ran on the railroad track bridge, looking to see if trail continued under the bridge, but we found trail eventually running along the bayou.
As I understand it, trail went to the right of the bayou, but PUMP ME and I saw PIPES pointing in our direction, so we continued on our side of the bayou. We eventually come upon an abandoned bridge, which was the end of trail.
For those who missed this run -- shame on you for being afraid of HEARTACHE and THE WORM THAT TURNS trails! These guys laid a great trail!
Write up by: Rain Bitch