Oh, look! A snack!
If you live near Fitler’s Square, you might see spots of orange flour on the sidewalk or street posts. I haven’t heard the call, “On on…,” but unless I miss my guess, I think it’s one of the trail markers of a local club of Hash House Harriers.
What’s funnier than a bunch of runners in red dresses is that my dog always looks at the flour and thinks that somebody left a meal for her on the sidewalk. So for all you hashers out there, if I don’t stop her from eating it first, here’s hoping you don’t lose your way!
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for a second there i thought hash house meant something else and was wondering how they got away with this quite so publicly. i still can’t figure out how they run and drink beer at the same time, don’t the bubbles go nuts in their stomachs?
Most of the drinking is after the run, though many runs have a beer stop somewhere. I was on one run that had a beer/water stop because it was bloody hot that day. I took a sip of beer on principle and a tall cup of water.