Run 211 – Lubrín
We paid our respects to Jackless at the beginning. Hard to believe he has gone so suddenly.
Though they say so themselves, Hares Two Hats and Prickly scoped out a great running trail, laid flour on Thursday, double checked it on Saturday, and then no-one wanted to run! What with Las Delicias being closed perhaps you were all disorientated but really folks, this IS a running group?
We met at Los Chiveros for great coffee and tostadas before setting off on a testing walk through Lubrin’s rubbish dump (someone has to) and down towards Alameda, a tranquil hamlet, somewhat perturbed when a tribe of yellow shirted Indalo followers emerged from the rambla. Puff turned into worzel gummage half way round having acquired a battered sombrero by the roadside. Hash Cash meanwhile couldn’t resist the builder’s sack that was waiting for a good home which she requested (ordered?) the beer master to carry all the way back for her. Wombles. Noah and Andrea the twins kept us going at a good pace. Well done boys!
I can happily report that the beer master had remembered the crisps this time. He still got a down down with hash cash for the Wombling. Two Hats was down downed for failing to complete write up #210 which Prickly had sent to him in draft two weeks ago. Anyone who hadn’t been a hasher for at least 5 years also got a down down. As did Puff for not watering the campo. After this desperate effort we all repaired to the Plaza bar, just in time before the exodus from the church. Excellent paella. Prickly was a little distracted by having two grandchildren in attendance at the On After, but at least showed that she does have a human side to her.
