Of course it is ridiculous. Drinking and running don’t mix…or at least they really shouldn’t. A Beer Mile is usually, but not always, a race held on a track where you drink a beer for each of your 4 laps making up the mile.
If you research beer mile you will find that an entire sub-culture of athletes and races exist. Maybe beer isn’t your thing, what about The Vodka Steeplechase? Or perhaps you aren’t one to throw back a loaded libation; are you interested in the Chocolate Milk Mile? Runner’s are definitely a quirky bunch and I would guess there’s a race out there for everyone.
So I ran the most mainstream of the underground races. The Beer Mile. A private Facebook group notified me of the time and location of this race. After an Uber ride to the race site, a walk in the dark to the starting area and this bizzaro world came to life! Neon necklaces, meeting new people and seeing friends under flashlights, warm/room temperature beer (min 5% alcohol) in small stacks, the occasional costume and this race was about to get started.
The best part of the race was the beginning. I laugh just thinking about the silence that followed the “GO!” as everyone chugged away. From the moment the first person finished the silence was filled with laughter, burps and the sound of runners. Running on a dark track is surreal let alone with a full belly of beer and burps (I mention burps because apparently that’s the key to success). It’s too dark to know how your doing if you even were serious. The reality is… who cares!
It was a fun event. I learned that I’m a pretty slow beer drinker. Also that the winners usually throw up right after they finish (off the track so as not to get disqualified) and the others just happen to get pretty buzzed about 20 minutes later.
So, I was the second women finisher. Impressive, right?! Should I be proud? I’m not really sure. My Beer Miles do NOT have time goals. It’s for fun! Safe, sitter for the kids and call a taxi or Uber kind of fun. Why not!