- Run 823 is by Dato & Datin Steven Oon
- July 22, 2014 Tuesday 6pm
- 3A Jalan Margosa SD10/6B, Bandar Sri Damansara KL
- On on (dinner) is the same location
RLC Harriers Run 823 Hares : Dato & Datin Steven Oon Runsite : Bandar Sri Damansara Weather : Gorgeous dry weather It has been a long long while since we last had a home run; no, not that ball hit over the boundary in an American baseball game but a POP (park once policy) run from the hares' home like what Uncle Yap used to have until all the "jungles" around our house became developed. So, it was a very welcome move by Dato Steven Oon to have his house in Sri Damasara as the run site. Let us hope that this practice continues. Due to the on-going infra-structure work-in-progress around the Taman Tun and One Utama areas, traffic can be horrendously snarled and so it proved on Tuesday when many hashers were caught and could not make the run in time. But, for those better-organised hashers, they were in for a pleasant surprise when they entered the run site ... baskets of designer durians (D24 no less) and mangosteens awaited. The hares had very thoughfully arranged to procure the treats from Raub. Promptly at 6, GM Colonel Johan sounded the horn which he then passed over to David Liew and off we went across the road. It was another few hundred metres before we came to the bridge over the busy dual carriageway and then on to the foot of the hills. The gradient on the route on this particular hill was rather steep, averaging 45° and in certain parts, even as steep as 75°. Mercifully, the weather has been dry; so there were no awkward slippery slopes. Soon, we came to a junction where hashers were given the choice to turn right for a short run or go left for the "normal" run. Silly people like Uncle Yap were persuaded to go the normal route since early arrival would mean a long wait for the beer. Alas, the "normal" run proved to be extra long as transpired later. Up and up we went along the steep slopes until we reached the top. The route then continued along a tarred road and we thought it would be a straight-forward run down the road. Perish the thought. The sadistic streaks in the hares showed themselves when we were forced back into the jungle and when we thought we had reached the bottom, they made us meander along the side, going up and down like a yo-yo. For the tired muscles, this last bit was excruciatingly painful. At long last, we reached ground level and from then it was trying to see the paper trail in the rapidly fading light. We passed some illegal settlements of Bangladeshi and Indonesian construction workers. Soon the bright lights of the run-site could be discerned and what a huge sigh of relief (phew!). For the record, Mike Kuan, the FROP clocked 85 minutes whereas this scribe took more than 100 torturous energy-sapping minutes The tired runners could be seen hovering round the fruit baskets where the hare was showing his prowess and skill in opening durians. Others made a beeline for a much-needed shower. It was 8.30 and still no sign of the horny leader, David Liew, last seen with the nubile Stiff Fanny. Rumours were circulating that they must be enjoying each other's company in the jungle that they were reluctant to come out. But life must go on and the Circle started with its usual brand of ridiculous accusations and charges of sins and infractions, real or imaginary. But RLC Harriers are a game lot, taking everything sportingly, however ludicrous the charge. Then the last group of runners arrived to the relief of everyone (another huge PHEW!). The hares had laid on a sumptuous banquet including a barbecue and Hokkien mee with different variations; one for the vegetarian and another for those who love chee-yow-char (those wicked pieces of fried lard). We all tucked in with gusto, washed down with copious amount of beer, coconut water and Glen Morangie. It was a grand feast that will be hard to beat. Thank you, Boon Kee and Steven, you certainly overwhelmed us with your generosity.