Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Run 823 Jul 22 is in Bandar Sri Damansara


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.

Uncle Yap

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