Motivation for exercise: Beer, and lots of it
Ever since I hurt my foot (a year ago) I’ve been having trouble running. Like many things, this is a vicious cycle: the less I exercise, the less I feel like exercising.
What could bust me out of that cycle? Perhaps some kind of reward that I give myself for successful completion of exercise?
Thank goodness, then, for Colin, who pointed out the way to me. “The Way” is actually a blog devoted to running a half-marathon (which I have done) while drinking a beer every mile (which I have not).
There’s 13 miles in a half-marathon, and there’s 13 beers in a dozen, if you also buy one extra. Coincidence? I think not.
Exercising While Intoxicated is funny, and informative:
Several of you told me that I was “going to die” if I drank 13 beers while running the San Francisco Half Marathon. I did not die. I puked three times, blacked out for miles 11 and 12, and needed five hours to finish.
Then, his mouth filled up with vomit as “two cute Asian girls” took his finish line picture. They skedaddled. The full story’s worth a read.
So, who’s up for a run?
In the competitive running circles, the “Beer Mile” is a well-known and well-documented event.
It is carried out at least twice a year, usually at the end of season. If there’s still snow on the track, shovelled away it will be. It is even an official event, with official rules and regulations.
For more see beermile.com and search for local events. Haha there is even a Wiki page! Funny stuff.
A whole new meaning to “beer run”.