
We gathered in a circle before the run began, in order to receive instructions from the Hares (i.e., the two guys who laid-out the running trail earlier that morning).
After receiving the obligatory pre-run instructions about where the trail begins, when to expect the water/beer stop, etc., the Hares hit us with an eyebrow raiser:
“Please stick together and make a lot of noise when you enter the valley during the last five kilometers of the run, because it’s crawling with wild boar hunters…and they’re using high-powered rifles.”
:-O
So…as we descended into “the valley of death” an hour later, the runners all bunched together and—with notably increased frequency and fervor—began yelling the standard Hash House Harrier call.
“On on! On on! On on…!”
At which point, I had a troubling thought: “On on!” sounds uncomfortably similar to “Oink oink!”
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