It’s just a number!
I’m not ashamed to say it… I can hardly walk this morning. Yesterday’s 8.5 mile Ironman hash trail lived up to it’s Ironman moniker, and just about killed me. The first 5, or maybe even 6 miles weren’t too bad but my legs wanted to stop functioning for everything beyond that. Oh well, I persevered, and lived to tell about it.
When I was on Facebook this morning, whining about how sore I am, one of my friends made the comment “Isn’t getting older fabulous?” I told her to bite her tongue. For the record, several people considerably older than I am kicked my ass in yesterday’s run. And remember Telfor, the 73 yr. old who climbed Diamond Rock with us a week ago? He just kayaked all the way around Grenada, in 18 hours! Forget your age… just make it happen.
The beach at La Sagesse, the site of the 750th Hash in Grenada.
The hash trail that sounded most appealing to me… Executive!
Or perhaps the Namby Pamby.
Nope. We ended up on the Ironman trail, of course!
Our friends Donna and Kirk were two of 50 Virgins present yesterday. Great job guys!
Our hashing buddy Brain Dead is back from his trip to Trinidad.
Hashmaster doing what he does best: Talking.
ON ON! For this very brief moment I was in the lead.
Note: VERY brief moment!
The walkers followed en masse.
One of the entertainers, a young May Pole dancer. The after-party was great!
And for those patiently waiting, here is salvageable footage from yesterday’s shoot. You can see us raising anchor in Hog Island, bashing our way out of the channel and then heading east for a brief bit. Too bad I couldn’t use the coolest footage that we shot of us entering Calivigny Harbor.