Hash

I jogged for a total of about 10 minutes on a 60-minute Hash run that sucked big plastic dicks. Man. It was hot and bug infested and rocky and weed-strewn. I spent 15 minutes on I-40, got a ride from some guy in a Jeep who thought I was the driver of a truck he'd passed stranded on the road, and flirted with a woman named Sarah who appeared and is a big horse-racing fan. She knew Winning Colors was the last filly to win the Kentucky Derby, which impressed me, although she said Winning Colors was a "mare" rather than a filly to lose points.