Before you think I am running a drug house now that I live in Europe, let me explain the Hash House Harriers. Well actually, I don't know too much about them, but I am very intrigued. They describe themselves as "A drinking club with a running problem." Since I don't consider myself a runner, much less an athletic person, I figured this group would go about the pace I could handle. Apparently they have a group in Atlanta and many other cities throughout the world. I would love to hear some feedback from anyone that has gone on one of these runs.
I have looking into going on one of the runs more than once, but I have never gotten the courage up to actually attend. Yesterday I attempted to run, which was basically jogging for a block and then walking for two blocks and then jogging again. My only impetus to keep running was my vanity of being embarassed to stop running and start walking just as I passed someone. So basically my mantra was, "Just run until you are out of that person's vision and then you can walk."
Not everyone knows this about me, but when my family first moved off of Peachtree Battle (in Atlanta) I was 16. I noticed that a lot of cute guys would always run up and down Peachtree Battle. So one day I decided to go for a run in hopes of meeting a guy. Well, I ran all the way down to Peachtree Road, went to the Burger King and ordered a Whopper and fries and called my dad to come and pick me up. Talk about a father's love--he was even proud of me for just running in general!
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