#34 Paradise City – rehashed

Hares – Bottom Feeder and Pelagic
Hashers – Pushup(bra), Phone(sex)box, Sevenup

The following is a true record of the events as recorded by Sevenup the scribe for this week’s most simple run in HZH3’s history. Man, where should I start? I thought this was going to be easy, but I am not sure I’ll be able to truly convey this Sunday’s sequence of events. Let’s get right to it.

It was a frigid winter afternoon, the rain-drops fell down from a murky sky covering the wintery landscape. The attendance was low, only three hard-core lunatics gathered at Paradise to do some running in sub-human temperature. The pack was off and headed straight to Hubin Lu.

Down the street we run, it was an amazing feeling to be able to view the winter-westlake and run at the same time during the daytime. The trees have already prepared for the wretched winter months: branches were stark bare, their leaves stripped off in the fall; their beauty gone. Cars rushed by in a sea of endless white swirls of cold moisture, eager to arrive at any place warmer, and the cold reached to the bone and chilled throughout the body.

We warmed up rapidly, running along Hubin Road, Baidi, Sudi, Nanshan Road and then back to Paradise, very simple trail, not a single check fooled us on the way, but still it was a long way, though we always had breath to talk about various subjects on the way, especially Pushupbra kept telling us about last week’s Meijiawu gorgeous running and the breast grasping fantasy during the driver licence test(haha).

Passerbys were all busy holding onto their woollen scarfs, though it mattered little for the rain brought the cold, and the cold finally reached to the very marrow of everybody. When facing those three lunatics, either they just give you a strange look, or would say something like “look at those stupid foreigners, what they are thinking?” (Kindly warning to Chinese hashers: whenever you behave crazy, I mean not so Chinese style, stay with foreigners, haha), and of course we also got numerous encouragements at the same time.

As we hit the end of the trail, we were all soaked, shirts sticking onto your body, feet swimming inside shoes, hands extremely cold, only heart was still warm. And that’s the end of today’s hash, no circle, and of course no down-downs either, sitting down at paradise for some rest, and took cabs to Indian Kitchen for dinner.

By the way, it’s my honour to write the hash trash for Bottom Feeder and Pelagic’s running again