Today, Steffi and I went on a very unusual run. Last weekend we met two friends in the supermarket, and they mentioned they were organizing a running event this Sunday, and invited us to join. The event turned out to be a so-called Hash, meaning that we would run with a group following a trail made with flour, including several dead-ends and false trails. On the trail were various hot chocolate and beer stops to keep everyone going. This particular hash turned out to be quite chaotic, because this morning it had been snowing, erasing or obscuring the majority of the flour marks. So we ran off on various tangents, hung around in confusion at corners, and then decided to just run in a random direction just to keep warm. Afterwards, there was food, more beer, the singing of lewd songs, and all kinds of traditions that are hard to recount. Hashing turns out to be an international tradition (that I had never heard of before), and the Pittsburgh group is apparently one of the oldest of the country. Oddly enough it was both very American and very un-American, it is hard to describe. The amazing thing was that he people were of all ages, even though it sounds like a student thing.
In the meantime, the virtual run has finally brought me to my first destination: Washington DC. An appropriately, this is also the end of the first training cycle. Tomorrow it is time for Lactate Treshold! My next virtual destination will be Philadelphia, back to Pennsylvania.
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