“It’s the biggest race in Africa. You have to run!” my colleague said. I had just arrived in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia’s capital city. In less than a week’s time, the Great Ethiopian Run was to take place.
I didn’t jump at the idea. It is a 10km road race through the crowded streets of Addis Ababa. And I’m not a road runner. Addis Ababa is also at 2,300 metres altitude, making racing hard on the old legs and lungs. But to make matters worse, 36,000 people were meant to be turning up. I can’t remember the last time I entered a race with more than 100 people.
But I was in Ethiopia. And it was the running event of the year. So I asked around to see if there were any race t-shirts going, the official sign that you were allowed to run. It seemed like everyone I asked had a t-shirt at one stage… but had since given it away.
With less than 12 hours before the race start, I gave up on trying to get an entry. So instead I hooked up with the Addis Ababa Hash House Harriers to have a quick run around. I met them at the Hilton Hotel car park on Saturday afternoon, from where we car-pooled out to the western hills.
It was a short and fast gallop around the forested slopes, the local Ethiopians charging ahead to find the marked trail. And with less than 10 of us on the rough trail run, I realized I had made the right choice in running with the hash in the hills instead of the 36,000 on Addis’ streets.
And as is so typical with the worldwide hashing community, I bumped into someone I knew. Wahid used to hash in Nairobi when I lived there nearly 10 years ago. Now he lives in Addis Ababa and was happy to introduce me to his new hashing folks.
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