Monkey run XII run scribe:

After two of the hares (Sheik bin shagging/ split beaver) almost failing to find their own a-site and the third hare (Odd job) holding a briefing so extended that most runners were worried to loose the day light, we finally take off. It is evident from the start that this is by no means a half-measure run, we haven't run far before we are led into shade and gullies which are welcome in mid afternoon, mid April. Although torrential rain was pouring down the previous day and night the paper is easy to spot and the checks clever.

We had during the pre-run circle been told to expect back checks with the real trail starting 200m back from the BC mark, after running back and forth for the first 2-300 meters we eventually found the trail 6-700 m back, where Dizzy suggested we have the hares dragged by their balls their 200 m… The checks and BC's serves the purpose great though by keeping the pack together.

First half was interesting with gulley's, rubber farms, forest and some plains with scourging heat and muddy footing, but I believe what most runners will remember most is the hills, an incline of 150m+ and down again just before the water stop to which Yello Butt tried to race the undersigned to get in first only to fall on his ass in the last ditch, age takes its toll so it seams… 

Second half takes off along a field but the temperature has now decreased some and we've been blessed by some overcast. The 1st bit of the second leg is more plain which our screaming calves welcome, but before we know it we are taken up on another very steep hill with some beautiful dry water falls and granite boulders. More clever checks as can be expected from these veteran hares and what more to be expected is that Yellow But contributes absolutely nil to solving the checks leaving myself, Pig stabber, GI Joe and some of the other FRB's to do the hard work while Y.B. is tying his shoe laces, picking his nose or his rectum etc.

What goes up must come down, we are rewarded by a light sprinkle coming down off the last hill mountain.. More clever checks (Y.B. is actually sitting down on his ass now) and back to C site. We also had a bonus experience after No Trucking Idea found a golden tree snake feeding on a gecko much larger than itself while the last two BWW's, Dizzy and Really sadistic bastard, stumbles in cross eyed and panting. Trying to help these poor fellows out we suggest a short cut back to C, follow the road straight 800 m and you will get to the beer truck… obviously these instructions were to complicated for the aussie/ jock combination who managed to stray of the road and loose themselves in the sticks.

All in all it was a 14 km run with FRB's in at 2.05 and BWW's not far behind, hats off for the hares who had spared no effort to give us a memorable run and nature experience, the local pharmacies reportedly experienced a sharp rise is sale of counter-pain the following day after numerous beer smelling misfits in strange T-shirts stormed their shops complaining of leg pains…

Rusty Ring Hole