Hear ye, noble drinkers, tireless runners, and professional excuse-makers — gather close for a tale of destiny, confusion, and one tragically fragile little toe.

In ages not long past (roughly two hangovers ago), there stood two hares.

Not just any hares — virgin hares, untouched by the sacred flour, untested by the chaos of trail. Recruited in a haze of questionable judgment by the illustrious hare-raiser Itchy Down There during a night where clarity was the first casualty… what could possibly go wrong?

As the time came to proclaim the sacred details of the run, a chilling truth swept the land:

no one… had their contact information.

Panic spread faster than a beer stop rumor.

From the shadows emerged the gallant Sex Ed, declaring:

“Fear not! They are companions of my newest romantic entanglement — I shall summon them!”

And so a plan was forged:

Trail to be marked on Saturday, while Sex Ed toiled elsewhere on Sunday — a masterpiece of coordination in the making.

Yet unease lingered like a warm can of lager.

Ever vigilant, Itchy Down There proclaimed,

“Then I shall re-mark with them on Sunday!”

Thus the count rose to four hares across two days of marking — a strategy so excessive it almost sounded organized.

But fate is a mischievous drinker.

On the following morn, a message arrived from Sex Ed — cryptic as a trail to nowhere:

Someone (either him… or one of the virgins… historians still debate) reported that a little toe had fallen into distress, and such a grievous injury could not be risked upon an arduous quest.

And lo — the mighty hare squad of four was reduced to one lone Itchy, standing bravely amid the wreckage of plans.

Yet in the darkest hour, a hero answered the call.

Seeing his bro-mantic comrade in peril, Bogan Banus strode forth, beer in hand, heart full of questionable wisdom.

Together, these two lovebirds rose to the occasion and rescued the Sunday hash from the jaws of logistical oblivion.

And let it be known — despite proclamations from the Itchy Oracle that this saga would unfold on February 29th, the calendar itself rebelled (for 2026 is no leap year).

So mark your scrolls correctly, dear Hashers:

📜 The trail shall rise on Sunday, March 1st

Prepare your legs, your livers, and your disbelief — for this is not merely a run…

It is a legend in the making.

On On!

Either way, the beer will be cold so you might as well come.

Meet at the restaurant A at 2:45pm. The run starts in winter clock 3pm (SHARP) As always, runners and walkers are both welcome

MEETING POINT

Restaurant Name: Pickled Veggies Vegetable Garden Service Establishment / 菜园地小菜馆 Restaurant Address: 4 Panyang Road, Building 1-3, Huacao Village, Minhang District / 闵行区华漕镇盘阳路4号1-3栋

CLOSEST METRO

National Convention Centre Station, Line 2, Exit 6 (or LIne 17 Exit 5) / 地铁2号线国际会展中心路站6号出口 （或地铁17号线国际会展中心路站5号出口）

KEY INFORMATION

*Runners: Usually 10-12km

*Walkers: Usually 5-7km

*Belongings: Can leave your non-valuable belongings/change of clothes at the restaurant

*What To Expect: Run/Walk -> Beer Stop -> Run/Walk -> Circle (banter and beverages) -> Dinner (optional)

*Frequency: Every Sunday afternoon (we change the location each week so follow this official account or our website to find out where to go)

HASH CASH

Pay to Math Factor(or Super Silly Sally)

Run+circle+dinner: 

120rmb for drinkers, 90rmb for nondrinkers

Run+circle:

40rmb for drinkers, 20 for nondrinkers

Etiquette and tips (keep it hashy and humane):

• Dress for the weather and wear comfy shoes. Bring water and a towel if you’ll appreciate it.
• Look out for others; go at a pace that includes newcomers and slow–moderate hashers. The aim is fun, not martyrdom.
• Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Save the celebrations for the circle and on-after.
• Respect the neighbourhood and leave no trace. If you drop something, picasso it back where you found it.