Running is a solitary thing you can do in a group. Solo runs can be magical, or disasterous, as can group runs; at least in a group there is more company to commiserate the feeling. When you run in a group there is a shared dynamic created. Even in a race of 10,000 people, everyone is collectively striving for a finish line and a bagel at the end.
There are many different kinds of runs, and races. There are many different factors that motivate us to go and do these things. Often runners are Type A personalities: recording times, measuring distances, calculating splits and intervals, monitoring food intake (too much or too little), and always needing to run one more day. Sometimes, when the distance being raced is short enough, caution is thrown to the wind in terms of training or body type or expectation and we go to just have fun.
Such was a day recently….
I’m not sure what year this event started, but it’s been a few and it’s going annually. Costumes, ability to circumnavigate 400 m on a less than perfect track (one part almost seems like it goes uphill), and an ability to conquer the required ‘water stations’ are a must.
This is the infamous Beer Mile.
There are few rules (a costume helps you fit in with the crowd) and, as per usual, the first one across the finish line is the winner.
As described by the unofficial start referee, the rules are:
1. “Chug, run, chug, run and repeat” until you finish 4 laps to equal 1 mile. This means you must drink a full beer prior to running a lap, and then repeat this process 3 more times.
2. Beer is of your choosing, and it was BYOB. (Apparently warm beer is easier to
chug stomach than cold, but then you have to taste warm beer).
3. If quality difficulties at the
water beer station cause distress, be warned: any refluxed beer is a 1 lap penalty.
4. All liquid must be consumed prior to the start of the next lap. There were threats of penalties and mockery should a beverage not be completely emptied, but I’m not sure who was enforcing this. Also, by the third lap everyone was just hoping no runner would incur any penalties enforced from rule #3.
The weather was dismal (all photos taken in pouring rain), the mood was jovial, and a good time was had by all. I’m just not sure how great everyone felt after.
Result-wise, the Banana took the title.