Lots of people were out of town getting Rocky Mountain high at Interhash, so who do you think would show up at our regular Saturday run? Exactly who you would expect ­– the impoverished (raise your hands, Shampoo and Moist Leatherette), those reluctant to travel (it would be churlish of me to say “Humpday”, but really, if you were him would you chance leaving the country?) and a bunch of people we hardly ever see (Morehead, Nadia Cumineatme, Licktrician, Poker and Flyer). Even odder, Flyer was the hare, after having been given a good stern talking to by Poker.

The location was Murphy’s Law at Kingston Road and Queen Street. Drinks were enjoyed on the patio in the balmy sunshine before the run, while Nadia bashfully showed off the Hiroshima-explosion quality sunburn her bikini bottom had left on her thigh.

The trail started off strait-forwardly enough west on Queen to Coxwell, where a check had us scratching our heads and running about aimlessly while the hare looked on blankly. After sufficient nodding from the hare we figured out trail went between those two buildings and we were off through the park and down to Ashbridges Bay. We ran on the boardwalk and across the crescent of beach – cue Chariots of Fire, only really, really slow. Back on the grass, we were again stymied by, of all things, a check. You’d think we’d have the hang of it by now. After more direction from Flyer we made our way up to Queen Street and the beer check

Except the beer check was a restaurant that served only bottles. After some deliberation we went across the street to a bar that did serve pitchers. Then it was back to Murphy’s Law where Natty’s plate of nachos was waiting for her, as usual. Somebody yelled at us in lieu of a regular GM – Shadow, I think.