I lost my virginity last night. They always say you’ll never forget your first time but after pitchers of cheap beer and a couple shots of Malort, remembering was not a factor.
I hashed for the first time last night. It’s not what you think… in fact, it’s worse. It’s a combination of everything I love… running, drinking and foul-mouthed people. It’s frat party meets running, yet breaks every running rule I’ve ever created for myself.
I’m excited, however, to view running in a new light. I’ve said it before, I am a competitive person, especially when it comes to running… and cards… and Words With Friends. But my love for running has become mentally draining. After 15 years, it loses its thrill. Its like a relationship and has the tendency to become stale. So, I just needed something to keep the romance alive. And then there was hashing… if only I could find a way to replace my liver like I replace my running shoes every five months.