Solo, sentimental Hash

I ran the Hash run tonight, but not with the Hash.

Work delayed me. I started late, found marks, followed them for 40 minutes, but never saw a Little Rock Hasher. I saw one of their cars in the Damn Good Pies parkling lot, where afterward I sat for 25 minutes listening to the Razorbacks play basketball with Missouri, but no Hashers.

Oh well.

I ran slowly, three times for 11 minutes, with one-minute walks between runs. That's my tentative plan for a 10-mile run Saturday. I felt fine, much better than this morning.

While running on Kavanaugh, through the Heights' shopping district, it occured I hadn't run that stretch at night since the summer of 1981 (I since have run it a couple of times on Sunday afternoons with the Hash). It was near the halfway point of a 10-mile loop I often ran with my roommate, John Gaston, from our apartment across the street from UALR. We once completed it in 58 minutes. That was a lot of beer and fried chicken ago. The same, hilly loop would now take me two hours.