We don’t really do rules. But if we did, they’d look like this...
🍺 Rule #1: There Are No Rules
Except this one — which we already broke.
🚶♀️ Show Up
Run, walk, crawl, limp... just show up. Rain or shine, RH3 hashes every Saturday. You don’t have to be fast. You just have to be there.
🥐 Follow the Flour
We use flour and confusion to mark our trails. Follow it until it disappears. Then shout “Are you?” until someone else figures it out.
🔔 Respect the Circle
It’s loud. It’s chaotic. It’s sacred (sort of). Pay attention, sing badly, and be ready for a down-down at any time.
🧼 Virgins, Wankers & Returners
First-timers are “virgins.” Absent hashers are “wankers.” When you return, expect a welcome. And a beer.
🍻 Beer Is Not Optional
We’re a drinking club with a running problem. If you get called into the circle, there’s a down-down waiting. Drink it. Wear it. Or both.
🐰 The Hares Are Always Guilty
If the trail is confusing, dangerous, or ends near a goat farm — blame the hares. But always thank them later. Maybe.
📛 Names Are Earned
No one picks their hash name. The pack does. It might be hilarious. It might be humiliating. Either way, it’s yours for life.
❤️ Leave No Hasher Behind
Unless they’re really annoying. Just kidding (mostly). Look out for each other — that’s what keeps the Hash a family.
RH3: where trails are unpredictable, but the beer and friendship are guaranteed.
ON ON!