Thursday, July 17, 2008


After waiting thirty-one years to find an activity that I am perfectly suited for, I found it last night. Hashing. It combines several of my favorite things: beer, running, nudity and non-stop innuendo. I am, however, currently questioning the wisdom of doing a hash run when I have to try and stay awake and alert in a meeting the morning after.


(0v0) said...

Wait, nudity?

I hashed that year in Nicaragua and it's probably the only thing that kept me from falling into a massive depression. I can't believe I haven't tipped you off. But I didn't realized it was done here in the States.

It's SO brilliant. And hilarious.

It's what taught me that beer is a wonderful post-workout recovery food. Not kidding.

You should get in and write a book. They hash everywhere in the world, and have since British colonial days.

Lindsay said...

The first beer check was 1 minute in. The second .75 miles mile in. The third 1 mile in. The fourth 2 miles in. Needless to say, there was a lot of flashing on this hash. And totally naked man running across a gold course.

That was more cheap beer than I have consumed since we were freshman. Yikes.