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We drink, we run, and we know things. Oh, and occasionally we shout: On On!
We're the hashers, meet the hashers, we're the biggest drunks in history.
From the town of (insert your town), we're the leaders in debauchery.
Halfminds, trailing shiggy through the years.
Watch us as we down a lot of beers.
Down, down, drink it down, ...
(WIIIILLLLMMMMAAAAA!!!)





My husband and I are part of a non-competitive running group. Running is not forbidden, indeed it is encouraged, yet competition is heavily penalised. Competitive running is punished by publicly having to drink a few sips of beer (or any another beverage of one’s choice). Draconic measures!
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Competition


When he started out he was with a whole group of runners.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Leftover.

“You may be jogging whiles your boots are green”
William Shakespeare – The Taming of the Shrew
More photos inspired by the Shakespeare quote, can be found here: Travel with Intent.