I’ve mentioned or shown our “social running group”, the Hash House Harriers, before on this blog. One of the things that I really enjoy is the wide age range we have between us. Many kennels allow children but even kennels that are adult only (by choice or by accident) have runners in their twenties and thirties. There are no age limitations. By now, I’m sorry to say, we belong to the so-called old farts and there seem to be quite a lot of us. The oldest active hasher (i.e. one that goes on trails and doesn’t just sit around and wait for the runners to return) is Skinhead (his hash moniker). He doesn’t run anymore but walks the trails. Last autumn we were were at a place in the mountains of the Southern Black Forest, very steep trails, up and down. He kept walking with the vanguard, usually as the frontrunner -walker, easily outpacing much younger folk. He was 89 then and we are looking forward to seeing him as soon as the weather gets a bit warmer.
PS: We don’t just run (walk) together. We also party well together.
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