Same Same But Different from Hares Colonel Sanders & Plunger
Ho hum, come on summer – it’s back to the Nicholson Street Car Park in Crows Nest for another few turns around familiar streets but NO – more than half was on bush trails, described by Plunger as dark and even dangerous. Humm…
Now before we get into the “where-we-went” stuff let’s consider the fact that far more than ever before, this year we have been consistently running Summer Runs in Winter through bush tracks that actually are dark and potentially dangerous where a fall would be well out of defibrulator range. Even by torchlight, this reduces the few runners to walkers because they can barely take their eyes off the uneven trail in order to catch glimpses of the twinkling lights through the trees.
Hares may be running out of ‘virgin territory’ and are attempting to keep the summer spirit alive but give me grassy reserves, golf courses, lots of stairs and tiny back lanes for winter – I come to run, not to test my eyesight and footwork for half the time.
So here is a new idea worth floating. Let’s say that next winter, once a month we have a 4:30 start time that allows Hares to set runs such as last Monday’s (or further out) in daylight. We could have four to six of these during the non-daylight saving months. This will require Hares to be creative in order to capture the sunsets and still have paved tracks near the end as darkness falls.. Plenty of time to discuss before April 2014.
Prior to the Start, MUSIC MAN was demonstrating his Presidental aplomb by introducing AREOLA51, a visitor from Washington to everyone within earshot. Then, having been reminded of the time when SCUD’S and other cars were burgled in this very place, we concealed our dags in car boots and set off down to River Road to the first W-R split.
From there it was into hills and dales of roots and rocks with hardly a level patch in sight. Back onto the pavement the Hares created the best “keep-the-pack-together” situation we’ve seen in weeks testing SUPERGLUE’S and LITTLE SHIT’S patience finding on-backs on every street they ran up or down. At that point GOON SHOW disappeared into another of those fucking bushwalker trails eventually coming out into Vista Street where MM couldn’t stop himself from declaring that we (and AREOLA51) were viewing the greatest skyline in the world. (Extreme comment for sure, but the vista was quite remarkable.)
More bush trail went on forever forcing NAUTILUS, whose torch had failed, to the tail end where Trailmaster MOISHE gently coached him back to an arrowless area close to home. MOISHE, an experienced Trailmaster was flummoxed by a map that was almost unreadable requiring locals to provide directions for him and his band of stragglers.
Again it was back to the reliable Mustang Restaurant. There may be a difference between Indian and Nepalese food over there but not here in Crows Nest. Even the few vegies were the same colour as the large quantities of meat except for the seven green peas that appeared on each plate of rice. A good roll-up and a good night capped by a weak song for Jock’s 76th birthday and a weaker down-down for our good-looking guest.
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