On New Year's Eve, 11 years ago, I found myself running on a trail chasing a guy who started flapping his arms in the air like he was flying…which, as you can imagine, totally confused me. I had started out on a run in Bali with a bunch of runners from Guam and Saipan, where the Hash House Harrier groups were very popular. (The HHH started in Kuala Lumpur in 1923).
Anyway, on this day, with my competitive instincts bubbling, I went out with the lead runners, wanting to hang on as long as I could. Thankfully, another runner came up next to me and answered my, "What the —?" question. The flapping-arm bird runner was simply signaling to us, the other runners of that day's Hash, that he had lost the course markings we'd been following and was searching for the next one…so we were to not assume he was going the right way... Read the rest of the story here.