I don’t fight it. Beer: It’s gonna happen. Didn’t someone once say something about if it is inevitable you might as well enjoy it? That's me.
So how do you mitigate its effects on your long run? I suppose I could drink less. But the football players on TV aren’t done running around and need my encouragement, berating, and directional assistance. I cannot properly provide these things with water or Gatorade. And, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the football is played all day according to channels 201, 202, 203, 231, 233, and 256.
I suppose I could have only fruits and vegetables on Saturday. I do: there’s an orange wedge in my Oberon. Sometimes I have some coconut flavored rum to switch things up. Diversity!
I suppose I could do my long run Saturday morning before football begins. But bad news there, my Friday night looks quite a bit like my Saturday night except with less football.
No, it’s inescapable really. The beer will be drank. But what brand is best? I don’t mind a little gas. Gas is fun, exciting and suspenseful. I’d like to avoid the lump in the belly though. Running 20 miles with rock gut is an unpleasant experience. That means Heineken is out. Good beer but it sits in my upper intestines like an unemployed Wall Street occupier.
This past weekend was the Dos Equis experiment. My friend provided the beer so I had no choice but to drink it. Surprisingly, it went pretty well. I was able to knock off my 16 miles with little to no gas and no rock gut. This has me thinking that maybe I can squash a sixer of Sam Adams Octoberfest this coming Saturday. But I don’t want to fly to close to the sun on wings of barley too soon. Gas is okay. A shart is entirely different.
Does anyone have any personal success stories? Blue Moon, Moosehead, Leinenkuegel? Something of more quality and/or substance?
Once I cross this hurdle, I can move along to my greater issue: How pure does the meth need to be to fuel my long run?