This is what last week's SH3 ran looked like, well on paper anyway. The short run had some liberties taken with it when interpreted by R2D2, which meant that it was run backwards by the short runners, most of whom apparently decided that it was all too hard and decided to make a beeline for the runsite after waiting for the beer truck to arrive at the designated beer stop. Never mind, by all accounts it was greatly appreciated by the long runners who finally happened upon it after negotiating the third and final hill, but even they opted out of the malicious little loop after the beer stop, and enjoyed the lovely riverside jog back to the runsite. There was no intention by the hare to go to the top of the hill, but there must be some mysterious magnet by this range that no matter where you start from, you still end up on top of the ridge. I must make a note to myself next time ...- don't go up!!
The long run was a shortish 6.8kms and 257m up, but that didn't include the false trails, of which nine were planned, but may well have ended up being somewhat more. The hares were too exhausted by the end of the setting to remember.
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