I did IT. Under cover of darkness. And it was harder than I expected. A lot harder. Perhaps the hardest race I’ve ever run.
I nearly threw up at the 3/4 mark. Lucky for me it was only in my mouth. Because if I threw up outside my mouth there would have been a penalty.
I would not have survived the penalty.
Did I mention I did it near the scene of a recent shooting? I ran in fear of the hoodlums lurking nearby. I have an unfortunate track record with hoodlums. Lucky for us they were only interested in their fancy smelling cigarettes.
I made the rookie mistake of starting too fast. I never really recovered. I was drunk by the end. Truthfully, I was drunk by the middle, as evidenced by my compulsion to yell OMG I’m totally drunk into the darkness and my lane weaving that added unneeded distance to my course.
I am a beer miler.
And I am never doing it again.
Title: Tragically Hip – Little Bones. 1991.