Run #2735 AGM at Unknown

It was that time of year again — AGM season. That special time when rumours spread faster than hashers downhill, nominations are made with suspicious enthusiasm (usually for someone else), and otherwise loud personalities suddenly discover the ancient art of staring intently at their shoelaces. We assembled, as custom dictates, to decide who would sacrifice their sanity for the good of the Club. The meeting was called to order and an awkward hush fell over the members — the kind usually reserved for exam halls and police interviews. Reports were read with heroic determination, finances were examined with the expertise of people who last used a calculator in 1987, and polite applause was rolled out like an old carpet. But nobody was fooled. Everyone was waiting for the bloodbath — sorry, nominations. When the floor finally opened… absolutely nothing. A silence so thick you could spread it on toast. Eyes dropped. Chairs creaked. Someone suddenly found their phone urgently fascinating. Then — a hand went up. Whether out of courage, confusion or poor timing remains unclear. And just like that, the avalanche began. Grace @ Amazing Grace accepted the GM role — proof that bravery still exists. Judy @ MyPix took on VGM, possibly before realising this involved actual work. Anjalai @ Speedhound agreed to be Hon Secretary, a position requiring patience, diplomacy and the ability to decipher handwriting that looks like it was done during an earthquake. Carol @ Blue Tits stepped into the On Cash role — the only job where everyone remembers exactly how much they paid and nothing else. Olyvia, Kim and Sioe joined as Committee Members, still smiling and full of hope. Give them time. Naturally, we are all volunteers. No pay, no perks — just endless WhatsApp messages, logistical headaches and the occasional warm beer as compensation. Somehow, through a miracle of stubbornness and mild delusion, teamwork continues to hold this beautifully disorganised circus together. The run was billed as short to medium — hashing code for “bring a will, just in case.” Starting near Rupiah’s house, we headed uphill immediately, because hashing without suffering is apparently against the rules. We hit the Hash Highway, took a left, and soon encountered the dreaded “On Up” towards the Indian shrine. Conversations stopped. Wheezing began. Before we could reach the shrine (and possibly divine intervention), the trail veered off and dragged us up Mount Olivia instead — a climb clearly designed by someone with unresolved issues. Miraculously, there were no stray papers from other Chapters. Either they have reformed or they simply got lost earlier. Some groups still believe they are marking trails for aircraft using half a rainforest’s worth of shredded paper, so this was a welcome relief. From the summit, a right turn, then another right turn, and finally the blessed downhill. We staggered across the highway and limped back to the run site, looking like survivors of a low-budget expedition documentary. The evening redeemed everything. AGM dinner at a restaurant meant subsidised beers (suddenly everyone was wide awake), plus free 100 Plus and water for those maintaining the illusion of healthy living. Milestone awards were presented — recognition for years of dedication, endurance and the ability to keep turning up despite knowing exactly what to expect. It was chaotic, hilarious and exactly what hashing should be. A huge thank you to the 2025 Committee and ALL Club members. Without you — the runners, walkers, complainers, storytellers and professional beer inspectors — there would be no Club, only a collection of confused people standing in random car parks. To the 2026 Committee: GOOD LUCK. You are now officially responsible for organising the unorganisable and motivating the unmotivatable. May your trails be clear, your attendance high, and your inbox survivable. Here’s to another year of mud, madness and magnificent bad decisions. 🍻🔥