A dozen miles into a long run a friend pauses to adjust an undergarment: "Boob Check!" she politely explains. The phrase is also a Hash House Harrier ("drinking club with a running problem") term for a slightly-crude trail marking on a cross-country course, where male runners in the lead must wait for a lady to show up. And apparently it's a variety of West Coast beer, sold to raise funds for breast cancer research. Hmmm — three new things I've learned!

^z - 2012-12-06