Said in a dramatic tone of voice, with a wrist to my forehead.
I ran the Boilermaker this morning. Perhaps I use the term “run” rather generously; however, I did not walk and I did not stop. I’m a little tired.
I intend to write a lengthier post later. In the meantime, I’ll share a few highlights of some silliness I amused myself and (I hope) others with during the race.
Towards the end of the race, when most of us were looking a little dicey, I heard bagpipes playing up ahead.
“Wait a minute!” I said. “Don’t they play bagpipes at FUNERALS?”
It got a laugh. In fact, I love bagpipes and these were very well played. I find the mournful tone especially poignant at funerals, but I do like them other times as well.
Somebody was a little worried they’d run out of beer.
“That’s all right,” I said. “There’s beer at my house. You can ALL come over!”
“I love you!” I actually don’t know if the guy was saying it to me in response to the offer of beer, but I like to think he was.
I yelled, “Promises, promises!” to anyone who told me or showed me a sign that read it was all downhill from here. For anybody thinking of running the Boilermaker in the future: just remember, when they tell you it is all downhill from here, they are usually lying. Or perhaps merely withholding the truth out of misplaced kindness.
I saw a sign that said we were halfway there and got all happy. Then I saw the sign below it saying “Almost!”
“You got my hopes up!” I accused. That got a laugh.
At one point, I turned to the friend I was running with and said, “I would probably be less out of breath if I shut the hell up for a while.” I did not, however, test that theory.
I see by my word count I am up to 300 words. Not a great blog post, but I believe adequate for the purpose. In my defense, I still haven’t gotten my beer. You know, the beer they promise you the whole way you’re running. I knew I probably wouldn’t. It’s funny how it still motivated me. It was, in fact, the idea of finally getting my beer that induced me to write this silly blog post. I’ll let you know tomorrow if I actually get it.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
Congrats, bottoms up!
Thanks. As a matter of fact, I did
Congratulations! You deserve a cold one (or so) for the training and finishing. Not to mention documenting the process.
Thanks! I actually didn’t have a cold one, but a room temperature Baco Noir, which I enjoyed greatly.
I’ve run for beer before, just not that far.
Yes, usually a beer run involves a short jaunt with the designated driver. That’s fun, but you have to leave the party. At the Boilermaker, the run is part of the party (I actually enjoy that more than the after-party — less crowded)