I hardly ever hash anymore and even toy with the idea of walking away from dr. Slow Ride and go back to virgin hashing (when possible). I could get away with it, but first I would have to divest myself of the hashing vestments. Looking through the dresser while packing for the house move reveals that this is a formidable task which I started today at lunch…each shirt gets one last run and then gets left somewhere I like. (This is an old habit of mine, and some other t-shirt ‘retirements’ have been chronicled as a compilation in 2009, another Run Across Britain update had one, the Choo-Choo Hash shirt got dumped at the 2009 Snowdonia Marathon, and a shirt I used for my second haring effort in Tucson slipped this mortal coil here.)
Today’s entry was the AZ Hashing shirt showing the various kennels distributed around the State of Arizona. It got dumped onto what I think was a column for a footbridge over a creek in the farmland a hundred yards or so away from the Oxford University Parks. Farewell, old friend.