Hashin'

Shoes, post-hash

No, no, no - we haven't cultivated a taste for corned beef nor have we developed a drug habit...Last night we ran with the Hash House Harriers of Grenada for the first time.  For those of you who do not know, or have never heard of the Hash, let me allow Wikipedia to help you out:

The Hash House Harriers is an international group of non-competitive running, social and drinking clubs. An event organized by a club is known as a Hash or Hash Run, with participants calling themselves Hashers or Hares and Hounds.

But, in all honesty, our "Loss of Virginity Certificate" describes what the Hash is best:

Having done it with all of us....At times rough, sometimes wet, sometimes dry, sometimes hard, sometimes prone, sometimes supine, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, bawling out a lot of unintelligible phrases like "ARE YOU?" (where?) and "ON ON!" (what?) and "ON IN!" (no comment!), grunting, groaning, and shouting expletives in the mud and sand and rivers and streams, on hillsides and in the bushes and trails of the forests and having completed this hour-long ordeal absolutely exhausted and smelling like a ram goat, is henceforth not to be considered a virgin by any member of the Grenada Hash House Harriers.

BOOM.  And then we had beer poured all over us.

We had a blast.  We'll be back.