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Tag: H3
Go, Go, only 11 Kilometres Mo’
Wordless Wednesday
Not just any Quest but an Adventure Quest
Other people might think of treasures and dragons or possibly dungeons when they hear the word quest but I think of finding a sign like this: AQ = Adventure Quest.
In our endeavours to increase our health, aka our weekly paper chase, we are always excited to see the AQ sign. It means: “Stop! Look around and find a stash of something drinkable!” If no wayward youths have happened upon the little treasure we can then indulge.
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I’m Behind My Friends this Weekend
Six Word Saturday
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We Have a Problem
Opinions differ whether it is a drinking or a running problem. What I adore about this community is that we have very young people, octogenerians and everything in between. Whatever else you say about us – we are a colourful bunch and never grey. The … Continue reading We Have a Problem
An Unassuming Photo
with a fun story.
When you come to our running group you have to be more or less on time. If you are late, the group has left. If that happens you have two possibilities: You run on your own, following the chalk marks, and hope to catch up. If you’re slow or lazy, you can phone the hare (the person who has laid the trail) and get a location where you can find the pack an run (or walk) straight to that location avoiding the meanderings of the trail and possible falsies.
Now there was this young, fit and energetic US American who was notoriously late. He’d phone the hare and 10 minutes later he would arrive in a taxi to join the pack for the rest of the trail. Needless to say, he was known as “Comes in Taxis”.
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A Badge by any Other Name
will look as good! So we call our badges patches but they’re still badges. There are kennel patches like these: And then there are personal badges. Most personal badges are rather … rough so I will only show a judicious selection: You don’t have to … Continue reading A Badge by any Other Name
Some Things Are Better Left to the Purists
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Purist
The Story of How We Got Fleeced
Our drinking group with a running problem has about 20 regular participants, about another 20 who turn up on and off and then there are the visitors from other parts of the world, or old timers who’ve moved away and come back for a drink or two. In about 2011 our then haberdasher decided we needed a new piece of attire, something for the cold winter months, and he came up with a blue fleece. It’s warm and even wards off rain if it doesn’t pour down too hard, and the colour is nice. The problem was that they were a) rather generously cut and b) that he only ordered L, XL and XXL. Also, he ordered 250 of them.
At first we sold them with the intent to make a small profit and I still have one from that first year, in L. Soon we started to sell them at cost to anyone who would have them. When some of us went to a meeting further afield meeting other runners, they would take a few of the fleeces along and try to flog them, which usually worked great provided the weather was bad enough and people came unprepared. Then we sold them cut-price as we ran into a storage problem. By now we only had XL and XXL left. And we gave them away as presents. I now have two more, both in XXL with my name embroidered in recognition for serving on the mismanagement team. On a winter’s day we almost look like an army, all in blue and all more or less one size because of their bulkiness.
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