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SUMMARY:Run 329: The Squashed Frog Run (Or\, The Night the GM Croaked and We Didn't Care)
DESCRIPTION:If you thought last week was a shitshow\, strap in\, because Run 329 was a cacophony of absolute\, unadulterated drama. We came for a run and some beers\, but what we got was a theatrical performance of sheer patheticness. \nPre-Run WhatsApp Tears & The Arrival \nAs is tradition\, the pre-run WhatsApp chat was primarily dedicated to brutally mocking our perpetually absent GM\, *Pepe Le Spew*. Given the forecast hinted at a light sprinkle\, we naturally assumed the delicate flower would pull out (like we wish his father had). We generously reminded him he still had time to abort. \nTo our absolute shock\, the mythical creature himself actually materialised at the start. *Cock Knee\, sensing the moment\, strolled right up and formally introduced himself to Pepe—a masterclass in vicious sarcasm\, given the two know each other perfectly well\, but it had just been *that long since Pepe graced us with his presence. \nWith the clock ticking five minutes past the start time\, I (Eno)\, in my usual no-holds-barred fashion\, suggested we probably just head off into the bush before the GM could change his mind. \nAnd oh\, did he take the bait. \nThe Resignation of the Century \nCue the violins and hand out the tissues. Pepe launched into his grand segue\, officially resigning as GM. \n> “My job is just too important! I can’t keep coming out to drink! And worse… I was FORCED to drink tequila!” \nLet’s just pause there. If anyone wants to “force” me to watch strippers\, please don’t… I’d hate that. Also\, let the record reflect that this harrowing tequila-drinking trauma occurred in his own local area\, on a night where he was literally the only one not driving. But please\, tell us more about how you can’t afford to lose your precious license and ruin your highly important career. \nHe loudly declared he was leaving and wouldn’t even be doing the run. We immediately launched into a massive pleading session to beg him to stay. \nJust kidding. We sat in dead silence for exactly 20 seconds\, shrugged\, yelled *”OnOn!”*\, and immediately fucked off into the bush. \nThe Trail to Nowhere (Starring The Ultimate Overachiever) \nWith the GM fleeing the scene to cry in his car\, *Arsenic* stepped up to the plate. In a display of sickening overachievement\, Arsenic was already the Hare\, but boldly claimed the heavy burdens of both Acting GM and Acting Booze Master. \nArsenic informed us he had set an amazing trail. However\, there was no flour. Why? Well\, in a brilliant callback to Pepe’s pathetic excuse from a few weeks prior\, Arsenic claimed the council sent street sweepers into the forest to clean up our trail so the poor animals wouldn’t get sick from eating it. (Personally\, I think the council sweepers were actually just out looking for Miscarrige’s hiding place\, but sure\, let’s go with wildlife conservation. If they really wanted to poison the animals\, they’d just feed them the badly chopped onions from our on-afters. \n*The Run Profile:* \n* We went up.\n* We went up some more.\n* We had a short down.\n* We went up again.\n* Zero drink stops. Apparently\, you can’t be Hare\, GM\, and Booze Master without fucking something up. \nThe Bee Incident & The Tom Rose Park Twilight Zone \nIn his role as Acting GM of Nature Conservation\, Arsenic marched us straight past a row of bee hives. Derro\, driven by morbid curiosity\, got a little too romantic with the locals and took a bee sting straight to the heart. Tragically\, he isn’t allergic\, so we were robbed of the entertainment of watching him swell up and battle to breathe. What a letdown. \nMeanwhile\, in the wildest plot twist of the night\, we had lost our GM\, lost our front runner\, and so left with no choice I stepped up to the challenge and ran home first. Yes\, you read that right. Fucking crazy shit happening out here in Tom Rose Park. \nPost-Run: Slushies\, Broken Beds and Circle Time \nBack at the buckets\, the midnight oil—or rather\, the midnight bedframes -were burning. I had scavenged the wooden remains of a bed that clearly died from too much aggressive thrust action. It made for excellent kindling\, which was desperately needed because our magnificent “Booze Master” had frozen the Tuns solid. We were forced to drink slushy down-downs. \n* The Score: The run was officially rated a 6.9 – which coincidentally is exactly what Pepe was likely doing in the foetal position back at home.\n* The Circle: We tried to dabble in a few new songs to honor our fallen\, tequila-traumatized comrade\, but got bored and defaulted back to a rousing rendition of “He’s Dumb…”\n* Next Week:Y2KYJelly took the floor to suggest we call an EGPU to appoint a permanent new GM. He then warmly invited us all to check out his scrotum\, sorry\, checking my notes—he invited us to Ball End for next week’s run. Same difference.\nFinal Thoughts \nTo conclude: Bees and Pepes were thoroughly hurt in the making of Run 329. \nIf you\, or anyone reading this\, needs to talk\, is feeling a little sad\, or is upset that someone might be saying horrible\, vicious things to you… *don’t tell us. We don’t give a fuck.* And if you do\, it will be the content for next week’s run report. \n*OnOn\,*
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-329-the-squashed-frog-run-or-the-night-the-gm-croaked-and-we-didnt-care/
LOCATION:Tom Rose Park (HQ)\, 69 Wandin Street\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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SUMMARY:Run #330: Deep in Ball End
DESCRIPTION:Welcome to the disaster class that was Run #330. Our illustrious hare\, Y2KYJelly\, decided to host us from Ball (or Bag) End—proving once and for all that a massive dick does indeed reside at that address.\nHere is the official log of our suffering:\nThe Stealth Mission & The Banshee\nWe kicked things off by sneaking onto the “slim one’s” golf course under the pathetic guise of being incognito. Eno was practically weeping with joy at finally making it to a fairway—a monumental athletic achievement that surely would have made WTFAI shed a proud tear.\nBy the halfway mark\, Jelly masterminded a brilliant ruse: “Turn off your lights and shut up\, we’re trespassing!” Naturally\, this wasn’t for our safety. It was an elaborate setup for him to scream in a tunnel like a startled banshee just to see us jump.\nThe Code Brown\nGive the hare credit: the scare tactic worked flawlessly. It worked so well that Baah Sinister was immediately terrified into dropping his kids off at the pool. This blatant act of child abandonment in a public dunny would rightfully earn him a charge in the circle later as the pack’s resident “chocolate soft-serve dispenser.”\nThe Wrong Hole\nEnough about fecal matter\, back to the “running.” After misleading the pack through a truly pathetic excuse for a bushwhack\, we naturally arrived at the wrong hole. Finding the wrong hole is a lifelong affliction many of our Hashers continually strive to overcome\, but Jelly just desperately feigned navigational competence until we miraculously stumbled back onto a cart path.\nFollowing a few pointless checks and on-backs\, a search party had to be mounted for the wayward Arsenic and Miscarriage\, while Baah and our shiny new front-runner mathematically calculated the fastest\, most cowardly sprint home.\nGourmet Garbage & E. Coli Cocktails\nSurprise! There was no drink stop. Jelly claimed this was because we had a “drink start”—a truly groundbreaking innovation that definitely hasn’t been a thing forever. Naughty Jelly.\nHowever\, the post-run feast was annoyingly impressive. A meal that would make the gourmet Hash wildly jealous was served on actual plates with actual cutlery. Since the host (Ballbags) made the fatal error of leaving his home unattended\, we treated the venue like a Greek taverna. Once the music hit\, the plates were smashed. We briefly entertained the stupid idea of cleaning up\, quickly regained our senses\, and moved straight to the booze.\nTequila is apparently contraband now\, so we found a willing Sailor and drowned him in Coke. Mmm\, warm rum.\nThe buzz was somewhat ruined when Arsenic realized—several sips too late—that Baah had dispensed the ice with his bare hands. Yes\, the same bare hands fresh from his public dunny soft-serve session. We have no idea if that bathroom had toilet paper or running water\, but hey\, we’re Hashers. We’re tough enough to wash down our warm rum and Coke with a healthy garnish of E. coli.\nThe Circle of Feelings\nTo cap off the evening\, Miscarriage decided to grace us with a heartfelt TED Talk\, claiming we are all horrible people and that our relentless bullying is the reason Pepe left.\nWe listened carefully\, while he read some dribble about being nice\, no bullying and if you feel unsafe to contact admin… took his feelings into deep consideration\, and—as expected—told him to promptly fuck off before getting right back to the nastiness. This is Covid Rehash\, mate\, not Rainbows-R-Us.\nFinal Thought:\nWe will subject ourselves to this entire miserable charade again next week—assuming the rest of you delicate flowers haven’t offended yourselves into permanent exile.\nOn On\,
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-330-deep-in-ball-end/
LOCATION:Ball End
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SUMMARY:Run 331 - The (Con)Census Run
DESCRIPTION:The “Trail”\nAfter quickly updating the hareline\, it became blindingly obvious that the actual Hare was MIA. So\, our GM did what GMs supposedly do – he actually showed up and did some work. He laid what was undoubtedly an absolutely amazing trail. It was clearly marked\, traversed virgin territory\, had well-thought-out guidance\, checks\, on-backs and… Ah\, who am I kidding? We are talking about Arsenic here. It looked like a cyclone came through or a rogue council street sweeper maliciously removed the trail.\nThat being said\, five brave souls entered the forest. Queen Victoria\, otherwise known as Y2KYJelly\, managed to get us on the wrong path within a record-breaking 30 seconds. I would like to have said it was all downhill from there but Arsenic was involved so naturally it was all uphill.\nBlood\, Sweat and Fleshlights\nNavigating this exploratory hare disaster was shared amongst the five of us. I\, Eno\, being the new front-running bastard of the group\, clearly possess some superior intellect. In a sheer moment of absolute genius (or perhaps just psychic foresight)\, I paused and stepped to the side. As Jelly eagerly came forward to assume the role of the new leader\, he took a blinding stumble and ensured that some precious claret was spilt on the run. Thank you for your sacrifice\, Jelly.\nIn the chaos he also managed to severely fuck his Fleshlight (Google it\, Ballbags) – sorry\, Flashlight – but miraculously the damn thing still worked. \nThe Log of Doom\nThere was an excessive amount of short-cutting and spider-fucking. To ensure that Jelly and I didn’t end up in a perpetual Gurana loop the others mercifully cut through so we would actually see them and take the correct route.\nHowever\, although technically doing the right thing and attempting to walk the log of doom\, Jelly decided that the concept of time was completely irrelevant. He took over two and a half minutes to navigate a pathetic 8-meter log. Frankly\, Baah Sinister has taken dumps with longer logs in a shorter timeframe.\nThere were various time recordings for the run ranging from 6.7 to 7.3 kilometres. Averaging it out\, the official (con)census was 6.9 – the absolute perfect score and distance. \nThe Circle of Abuse\nIn the circle we had the usual lashing along with the hateful and deeply hurtful slurs directed at both present and absent hashmen.\n* Feelings & Concrete: Some fragile feelings were inevitably hurt and cups of concrete were generously shared.\n* Failed Inspiration: We did try to rely on the minstrel words from the Cambodian Hash to guide us on how to be better people – oh wait\, that piece of garbage was burnt on the fire. Fuck it; harden up\, pussies.\n* New Management: There was a major\, earth-shattering event with the appointment of a new Sergeant. Watch out\, motherfuckers – Sergeant Eno is officially on the job.\n* Participation Trophies: Our GM received a brilliant customary over seas travel present from Fresh Meat. He then decided that since there had not been any raffles\, we were all winners. Just like a woke soccer team\, everybody gets a prize.\n* Runner-Up: My spectacular purple spider bowl came a close second to Baah’s photography book; although we all know a book won’t make a single bit of difference to the tragic pictures he takes. \nCulinary Excellence and Lockouts\nFor those of us who were deeply confused and thought we had stumbled into the Gourmet Hash\, you were not entirely wrong. We were treated to the culinary excellence of minute steaks (which\, for the record\, cooked significantly quicker than Jelly walked that log of doom). Be like the steak\, Jelly. Just be like the steak.\nTo ensure we didn’t have an easy exit\, some cunt decided to lock the main gate. Fortunately our side-exit gate was easily accessed sans the mud\, although Fresh Meat was frothing at the mouth and more than happy to take bolt cutters to the chain if need be.\nWe do it all again next week.\nOnOn\,
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-331-the-concensus-run/
LOCATION:Tom Rose Park (HQ)\, 69 Wandin Street\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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SUMMARY:Run 332: The "Uno's Fuck All" Run
DESCRIPTION:Let’s just get this out of the way: we executed yet another flawlessly planned\, masterful\, highly athletic run. \n…Alright\, fine\, back to reality. Our esteemed Hare\, Derro\, decided that actually doing his job and laying a trail was far too much effort. He blamed the rain—which\, surprisingly\, wasn’t just a classic Arsenic-style hallucination this time; water did actually fall from the sky. Instead of flour or chalk\, Derro lazily entrusted our miserable lives to a deck of Uno cards. Like us\, not a full pack I might add \nAnd boy\, was the deck feeling spiteful. \nThe elite athletic squad consisting of Fresh Meat\, Cock Knee\, Baah\, Derro\, and your fearless GM/Sargant Eno ventured into the wilderness\, boldly throwing all caution (and basic common sense) to the wind. \nCasualties & Cowardice\nIt took approximately three seconds for Baah to locate the only loose twig in the entire forest and spectacularly stack it. Fortunately\, his plummet was documented for posterity. Not wanting to be upstaged by a mere tripping hazard\, our over-achieving Hare decided to aggressively cuddle some thorns\, donating some decent claret to the undergrowth. \nMeanwhile\, our returning Front Running Bastard\, Cock Knee\, was ruthlessly ambushed… by Bambi. A deer careered past him\, prompting Cock Knee to let out a bone-chilling\, genuinely prepubescent girlie scream. Unsurprisingly\, his days of running up front abruptly ended. He scurried back into the safety of the pack\, hiding like a terrified schoolgirl dodging a trench-coated man handing out free candy. \nVirgin Territory & Questionable Phrasing\nThe Uno cards somehow forced us into a respectable 5km hike\, dragging us deep into rogue bushland and uncharted virgin territory. After hacking our way through what can only be described as Spider-Fucking Land\, we slipped out the back door. \nWait\, no. We came from behind. \nNo\, that’s worse. We run at night and cum in the bush? \nYou know what\, let’s just move on before HR gets involved or Miscarrige sends another message from Cambodia wrapped in rainbows. We survived and exited on the other side of the park\, far from our usual return. \nSpeaking of HR – Cock Knee proudly showed off his Consent course certificate – after explaining some scenarios involving 2 blokes contemplating a hook-up and us throwingup in our mouths\, we decided that consent is only for the Sydney Swans and we will take any bitch we want\, when we want and as long as she is on a leash (what did you think I was talking about?) \nGourmet Dining & The Great Escape\nWhile there were zero drink stops on trail\, we did have a drink start. Culinary genius Derro provided what can only be described as the most magnificent\, awe-inspiring array of sauces ever witnessed by human eyes. Other\, lesser sauces would weep with envy. These liquid condiments perfectly accompanied the Michelin-star feast of white bread\, snags\, and excellently chopped onions—a menu that undoubtedly gave BallBags a phantom food boner wherever he was. \nNow\, onto the logistics. After the sheer embarrassment of getting locked in the park last week\, Baah cunningly parked outside the gates. He claimed it was the “emergency car\,” but we all know the bastard was planning to ditch us. \nHis foresight (or flat-out collusion) was validated when we returned to find cute little passive-aggressive notes on our windscreens\, politely advising us to call a number to be let out. Because\, yes\, some jobsworth locked the main gate on us. Again. \nDid we call? Of course we fucking didn’t. We’re Hashmen. We aren’t some sissy\, tequila-fearing support group afflicted with a terminal case of Pepeitis. No closed gate can hold us! We fear absolutely nothing… except the very real\, terrifying possibility that the side gate was locked\, too. \nSpoiler: It wasn’t. We scurried out through the side entrance like rats. No gates were harmed in the making of this escape\, just our collective dignity. \nNext week\, we do it all again. Except it will be a different day\, a different date\, and completely different in every conceivable way\, so technically we aren’t doing it again at all. But we are. But not. \nOn On\,
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-332-the-unos-fuck-all-run/
LOCATION:Tom Rose Park (HQ)\, 69 Wandin Street\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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SUMMARY:Run# Tree Hundred and Tirty Tree (333)
DESCRIPTION:What a f$ckin run. The hare (Eno F$ck All) proved once and for all\, he really knows how to set trial with this 7km / 3hr 18min beauty. \nUnfortunately\, due to the limits imposed by the run theme numbers had to be capped to “tree” but as it turns out this wasn’t as much of a problem as we initially thought. \nDespite the high tide wiping out his efforts on the beach the amassed kennel soon found chalk and on on was the call as we ran through a memory lane of events from the not so long ago AGPU. \nIn honour of our esteemed ex-GM\, we discharged a respectful tequila salute outside his apartment only to realise he was drinking piss (what a hypocrite) with his missus on the balcony. Banter ensued and well wishes imparted in the only way the Covid knows how when we respectfully acknowledge a fallen hash man. \nBack on trail it was hard to tell if this was a run or a shopping extravaganza based on the number of malls visited but eventually\, we ended up at the spiritual home of the hash……Orchard Ave. \nWe soon realised there was no virgin bush so after a quick Pullman 5 at Hollywood’s we traversed the notorious passageways of Surfers before arriving at Waxys but not before the “classic” tits on the run shot. \nStill thirsty and in need of medical attention we were forced to check in at Finn McCools before some c$nt suggested we do the Vomitron which to be honest was a blur. \nBack on trail we hit more shopping malls\, a car park\, a car park toilet aka stairwell\, and more back passages before arriving where we should have started from and never left\, Darcy Arms. \nAs usual Baaah got the fire going and then we discussed “Is the Greatest Rivalry tour” just marketing bullshit coz the AB’s slaughtered the Boks 5 tries to 1 in a 33-16 romp at attitude in Joburg and merits of deploying Suzie 2.0. \nAs usual the Darcy Arms time equilibrium kicked in and before we knew it midnight struck so it was time for some traditional Irish nosh in line with the run theme. \nWell done to the hare (Eno F$ck All) for what can only be described as ROTY with a well-deserved 9.6 awarded. Next week we do it all again with the Sprung Run as Fresh Meat guides us around some virgin bush from a mystery location on the coast as he celebrates his upcoming birthday. \nOn on
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-tree-hundred-and-tirty-tree-333/
LOCATION:Neddy Harper & William Duncan Park\, 2840 Gold Coast Highway\, Surfers Paradise\, QLD\, 4218\, Australia
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SUMMARY:Run #334 - The Sprung Run aka Running with the Bulls(hit)
DESCRIPTION:Well\, here we go again. The hare\, Fresh Meat\, decided that setting a trail from the infamous dogging park simply lacked ambition. Naturally\, the only logical way to upgrade dodging\, dodgy\, doggy-style\, dirtbags in the dark was to drag us straight through a paddock containing an active\, sleeping bull. Absolutely brilliant. \nBallbags\, our glorious RA\, finally slunk back from his pilgrimage and dragged a new pre-run ritual along with him. Taking the knee before a run? Unless you’re getting down there to suck some sausage\, leave that nonsense up in Broome. \nWhile on the topic of extra spice\, the sheer\, overachieving parade of condom—sorry\, condiment options provided at the end was worthy of a formal charge. None of us were charged by the bull\, but we had to dodge some shits almost bigger than the one Baah took outside Derro’s apartment sometime back. \n*Update on Baah’s dump – apparently the shit was so big they used it as the base material for another big shit’s statue in Victoria. \nBack on the actual trails\, Baah and Ballbags charted what was allegedly a well-laid stroll\, complete with a designated drink stop. Ballbags somehow opted to skip the booze\, while our resident sheep-shagger inexplicably failed to neck the spare bevvie. Safe to say he’s still mourning the thrashing the All Blacks copped over the weekend. \nThe trail itself was heavily marked with flour\, chalk\, and paper. It quickly became obvious that Fresh Meat wasn’t being thorough; he was just being lazy\, tossing out half the shop so the markings would survive until tonight’s run for a different hash. \nArsenic\, Derro\, Eno\, and Fresh Meat trotted through the course and somehow slipped past the sleeping bovine unscathed. The real danger\, however\, was internal. Derro decided to enlighten Eno about the mythical Spider Bird. A quick check proves this nightmarish creature actually exists (pic below). \nI am genuinely considering pulling a Pepe and quitting the Hash forever. If I run into a Spider Bird in the dark\, there is zero chance of survival. None of us stand a chance. I am now wondering if all that fresh shit in the paddock was actually cow shit after all… \n*The Circle & Nosh* \nThe circle was fast\, furious\, and merciless. Our poor raffle winner was handed a personalised CD\, which felt entirely appropriate after Eno spent twenty minutes droning on about his WhatsApp group names. \nAs for the nosh\, Fresh Meat completely forgot where he was. We were hit with two types of gourmet snags (none of that cheap supermarket trash)\, minute steaks\, white and wholemeal bread\, properly chopped onions\, actual salad (what are we even supposed to do with leaves?)\, and a bloody chocolate cake. Fresh Meat\, mate\, this is Covid ReHash\, not a Michelin-star catering event aka the Gourmet Hash. \nWe do the whole circus again next week in (Cum) Coom babah with Baah Sinister laying trail. \nOnOn\,
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-334-the-sprung-run-aka-running-with-the-bullshit/
LOCATION:Hinterland Regional Park public toilet\, Hardys Rd & Bertana Drive\, Mudgeeraba\, QLD\, 4218\, Australia
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DTSTART;TZID=Australia/Melbourne:20260908T183000
DTEND;TZID=Australia/Melbourne:20260908T210000
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SUMMARY:Run 335: SpringbaaaaahBok Party
DESCRIPTION:The usual shenanigans and festivities kicked off with zero walkers in sight and Baah Sinister acting as the hare. He blamed his car breaking down—an excuse strikingly similar to the front line of the All Blacks when they lost to the Springboks… again. True to his current state of despair over the All Blacks’ thrashing\, he didn’t even bother setting an actual trail\, which is highly unusual for him. The loss was apparently so devastating that he has now completely defected to become a Springbok supporter. \nThe terrain consisted of gravel and a bit of bush—just enough bush for the discovery of newly hatched baby spider birds that successfully put the fear of god and all things sacred into Eno. The run was scored as a 6.9 km run\, and after a gruelling 9 km (Nearly marathon distance – so that might knock out some hash men from further runs) \, though given the standard hash math it probably should have scored a 0.69. \nNot laying a trail wasn’t even his most heinous crime; he also used his phone while on the run and\, worst of all\, debuted brand new shoes. Naturally\, a shoey promptly followed\, along with multiple charges for all of his numerous transgressions. There was no drink start or drink stop either\, but he managed to make up for it with a Boerewors and onions entree followed by Springbok steaks. The steaks were a little thin—likely Kiwi steaks\, seeing as they are also small and insignificant\, much like the All Blacks pack. \nWe were treated to a cameo appearance from our ex-GM\, Pepe Le Spew\, who managed to escape getting overly roasted despite acting GM Eno’s preparing a lot of material should the need arise – but he did receive a charge for the treacherous crime of Hypocracy. Pepe received an incredible\, handcrafted new drinking vessel: a cup of concrete with the letters “HTFU” hand-engraved into it. This ensures that whenever he feels like having a sook\, he now has his own dedicated drinking vessel\, which can even double as a wine glass (or a fleshlight)—except on Tuesday nights when he doesn’t drink. \nSince Eno is away next week\, there will be no Netflix stories or bad jokes\, but you are likely in for some tennis as Ballbags takes over as the hare. \nOn On\,
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-335-springbaaaaahbok-party/
LOCATION:Nolan Park\, Australia
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DTEND;TZID=Australia/Melbourne:20260915T210000
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SUMMARY:Run 336 - BallBags Tennis Tragedy
DESCRIPTION:To be confirmed – please check the whatsapp group but it is Ballbags run next
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/run-336-ballbags-tennis-tragedy/
LOCATION:Miami Tennis Club\, 26 Courtside Dr\, Mermaid Waters\, QLD\, 4218\, Australia
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