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Sixteen Questions: Thighmaster


I was at Thighmaster’s first hash. I don’t always remember virgin hashers, but this virgin stood out, and I remember thinking that if we didn’t scare her off she’d make a great addition to our little group. I’m glad we didn’t scare her off (although once I knew her better, I realized we probably couldn’t have).

Celeste “Thighmaster” Rogers comes from Cleveland, Ohio. She hashes in Hawaii, mainly on Oahu, where she belongs to the Aloha H3, Honolulu Hawaii H3, Oahu Pick Up H3, Burnt Rubber H3, Hawaii Full Moon H3, and LAB(IA) H3. At different times (and probably sometimes all at once), she’s been GM, RA, beermeister, chip monk, hash cash, webmattress, and songmeister.

Since I know where Thighmaster got her hashing start, I heartily approve of the hashing traditions she inherited, which include mixed hashing, live and dead hares, A-to-A and A-to-B trails, and lots of singing.

Somewhere along the way, hashers have started looking at Hawaii as a hashing destination. I think Iguanalulu in 1999 put it there, and I know Thighmaster had a lot to do with Iguanalulu’s success. So let’s hear what she has to say:


 Thighmaster, when & where was your first hash?

In 1992 with the Aloha H3 somewhere on Oahu.

How did you find the hash?

It wasn’t easy. My husband had hashed with the Huachuca H3, but we didn’t know how to find the hashes on Oahu. After all, the web was in its infancy (or maybe still fetal). One day, though, I was on the stationary bike at Gold’s Gym and I happened to see that the guy on the bike next to me had a hash T-shirt on. So finally I was able to learn how to find the hash.

I forgot . . . why did we name you Thighmaster?

When I first started hashing I had just given up doing competitive bodybuilding. So I had killer thighs. I also wear my blonde hair in a topknot ponytail similar to Suzanne Somer’s style in her Thighmaster infomercials.

Did you have a hashing mentor?

I’ve had so many hashing mentors that it’s hard to pick just one. One of my first was Knocked Up, who taught me how to Beermeister and also passed on the Aloha H3’s B-van/beerwagon (a 1977 Buick Skylark hatchback). That way I had a vehicle that I could bring the keg(s), ice, wine, and sodas to the hash in. Remember, I had been a competitive bodybuilder, so I was able to tote that barge and lift that bale.

When & where was your first away hash?

My first away hash was sometime in the mid-90s in Santa Barbara, California. I was commuting to work in San Luis Obispo from Hawaii (spending 3 weeks out of every month in SLO). The closest hash was in Santa Barbara (about a 90-minute drive), but I had to hash! Now San Luis Obispo has its own hash.

Where have you hashed?

I’ve hashed in Santa Barbara, San Francisco, Monterey, D.C., upper New York state, central and southern Arizona, and southeast Asia.

Are there places where you wouldn’t consider hashing?

I’d be a little concerned about hashing in the Middle East.

What’s your favorite haring technique?

I like to put a difficult check near (but not at) the beginning of a trail in order to give the hares extra time to get the rest of the trail done well.

What’s the most dangerous trail you’ve done?

There have been a few, but I think the most dangerous one was the one last year where we started at a school near Moanalua Gardens (below Tripler Army Medical Center) and went up Tripler Ridge trail to the Koolau summit trail and then to Pu’u Keahi a Kahoe. There was a beer check there and it was still light out so I continued along the muddy, narrow Keahi a Kahoe trail to the top of Haiku Stairs. It was starting to get dark as I began descending the 3,922 steps of the Haiku Stairs, but it was too windy to want to stay on the mountain wearing only shorts and a tank top and I had also run out of water. So I figured it would be easier to come down now than later or the next day. After the arduous trail the Stairs were a relative piece of cake. A group of three or four other hashers caught up to me about a third of the way down the stairs (which were sometimes more like a vertical stepladder), so then I at least had some conversation to distract me. At one point we saw search lights from the ground and a helicopter buzzed us, but didn’t bullhorn us. After reaching terra firma we then still had to find our way through a bamboo forest in the dark in order to finally make it to the on home at Kaneohe District Park. According to a hasher who had been wearing a GPS, the trail was about 10.5 miles. Some hashers did stay the night up on the mountain and a few were helicoptered out. The books rate some of the trails we were on as “expert only.” I wouldn’t mind doing the whole thing again, but I’d start in the morning rather than in the afternoon.

What keeps you coming back to the hash?

The camaraderie.

What don’t you love about hashing, if anything?

The stealing of other hash’s or hasher’s mugs, flags, hashits, etc.

Has hashing affected your personal or professional life, for good or ill?

Because hashing is such great stress relief I think that, if anything, it had been good for me both personally and professionally.

Do you tell everyone you meet about the hash, or only people you think might become good hashers?

I tell only those who I think would become good hashers (or at least appreciate the hash).

Is there one fundamental idea you believe all hashers should share?

Be hospitable.

To your mind, what has been your contribution to hashing?

Getting Hawaii hashes on the hashing map.

What’s in your hashing future?

More of the same (I hope).

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