Run #3169 by Puki Tao at Ronnie Corner

A modest pack of half-dead souls gathered at Ronnie Corner, though it quickly became clear not everyone came to run—some just sniffed the beer trail and parked themselves accordingly. Morale? Questionable. Fitness? Even more so. The kennel’s creeping descent into “old and unfit” was on full display, with running ethics tossed out faster than empty cans. Sad? Maybe. Typical? Absolutely. The hare, Puki Tao, decided to spice things up by not actually marking the start at the run site. No paper. No clues. Just confusion and muttered profanity. Early starters were properly shafted—wandering aimlessly like lost virgins. Meanwhile, Itchy Bai—too lazy to locate the real trail—declared himself Patron Saint of Plogging and emerged from the jungle with 30 empty beer cans. Whether he was cleaning up or covering evidence remains under investigation. Noble effort, but next time, follow the damn paper. Once the actual trail was found (somewhere else entirely), the real suffering began. Rusty Trombone waved the white flag after 100 meters of climbing, escorting a guest back—though somehow the guest claimed to enjoy it. Either lying or future hash material. The on-going climb up to Hash Highway via some “creative” route was equal parts fun and foul, before dragging the pack all the way to the haunted house at Zi Zai. Then came the descent… endless, mind-numbing, knee-destroying. In a divine twist of karma, only the hare got stung by bees this time. After the recent wasp massacre, this was practically a gentle blessing. Back at the circle, Gobbles made another appearance from Singapore, limping around like a broken flamingo and whining about life in Spore. K-Pop Cock Hugger showed up fresh from losing a kickboxing match—apparently the beating didn’t knock any sense into him, as he still forgot proper shoes and hydration. Some lessons just don’t stick. Circle fizzled out not too long after—with just enough chaos and abuse for the pack and enough beer to keep the geriatrics smiling. Verdict: Confusing start, punishing trail, lazy runners, heroic plogging, and a bee-stung hare. Could’ve been worse—but also could’ve been much better. On On — and next time, mark your bloody start properly.