We really meant it: "A drinking club with a running problem"
OK, you don't have to be an alcoholic to join, but nor do you need to be a top athlete.
Lesson 1: the Trail
Follow that Blob ...
The basic intent is to allow a bunch of people to run (or walk) around the countryside following a trail of flour, so that they can disengage their minds and just enjoy themselves, meet other folks and visit places they might not have otherwise seen.Walkers follow the W or the person in front and hope they aren't lost too!
To cater for slower runners, we hide the trail every now and again, with what we call a Check:
Lesson 2: the Check
Start looking for the trail ...
The idea is that the FRBs (Front Running B*****ds) dash around like lunatics, satisfying their own macho cravings for extreme physical exertion and the desire of lesser mortals (who can think of far more interesting ways to obtain their physical exertion) to wander along when the FRBs have finished all the hard work and saunter off on the right path - that is of course, providing they did find the right path...
Lesson 3: the False Trail
Turn around and go back to the last check :-)
You see, just to be sure the slower folks catch up, we plant a few False Trails too. When the FRBs find those, they have to come back to the last Check and look for the other real trail, (and hope it isn't another false trail)
As it tends to get a little warm in our neck of the woods, we usually offer drinks somewhere near half way round, as well as drinks at the end of the run.
Oh yeah.. and there's another circle thingy at the end and we have a little chat about the run. A meal is usually organised for after the run, but that's not mandatory. To find out more, you'll just have to come along, won't you :-)
For more about the history, click here to visit a site that tells you about the origins of Hashing.
For links to other clubs in France or within a few hours drive here , and even to the 200 odd clubs around the world (odd being the appropriate word...).
Funnily enough, on the Riviera - the French one :-)
Our stamping ground stretches from way over west in the Var, to way over east to the Italian border, (and occasionally beyond), although we're often lazy sods and stick to our little patch in a 50km radius of the Sophia Antipolis world.
Every two weeks, on Sundays, at various times of the day (so as to avoid bumping into things in the dark or boiling away what little remains of our brains - it does get a tad hot round here!).
Some of our more eccentric members even like doing it beneath the light of a full moon.
[We're talking running here].
Responsible? Hashers??? Contradiction in terms!
On the other hand, if you're looking for the mismanagement, you can find them here ...
Well, I guess the web site is a bit of a give away, mais il y en a qui parlent bien français, et même quelques vrai francais qui viennent au Hash. We can also tackle German, Norwegian, Finnish, Italian and more, but let's face it, when you're out of breath or a tad inebriated, it all begins to sound the same :-)
Or visit the Hare Raiser's list of future runs
Varies depending on whether your a member, where we're eating and whether you're going to join us for the meal.
Basic run fee: 5 Eu
Meal costs: 15-20 Eu
The meal is usually three courses or some kind of picnic, or barbeque, or something, with some about of drinks included. If you don't want to join us for dinner, that's OK. We might speak to you again. Possibly.
Measly 15 Eu per person (or 22.50 Eu for a family), per year
- the Hash Trash after each run, (by email or snail mail)
- discounted run fee
- discounted ticket prices when we organise away weekends
- discounted ticket price for our brilliant Christmas Bashes
the next silly question? Dunno. Fire away..