Attention, you pack of flour-sniffing delinquents! Your hares Head, Bath, and the Bong, IBSexual, and Festering Foot Stuff have stumbled out into the wilderness, leaving a trail so dazed and hazy it could only have been dreamed up by someone with very specific recreational hobbies.

Follow the flour through Manlius and try not to get lost — though honestly, at this point, would you even notice? Rumors suggest the route winds past more than a few questionable life choices, and straight into a couple of BNs. Yes, beer. Cold, beautiful beer. We are a drinking club first, a running club second, and a hotbox on legs third. The green stuff will be making an appearance — and no, we don’t mean the shiggy. Participation is voluntary. No one will guilt you. No one will judge you. We save our judgment for people who show up late to circle.

On-after at the Taco Bell Cantina, where the true purpose of this trail will finally reveal itself. We will descend upon that sacred establishment like a pack of absolutely ravenous hashers who may or may not have the munchies, and we will do unspeakable things to the value menu. Burritos will be consumed. Regrets will not be.

Come high on life. Come hungry. ON-ON!