I feel like there's a "thing" amongst runners that they all love beer. They make marathon-specific brews, hold beer runs, and toast PRs with a pint.
I've never been a beer person. One of my friends from college is a huge craft beer fan, and I just can't get into it. Everything tastes the same to me. I've also never been a big drinker (luckily) and it's been almost 4 months since I've had anything with alcohol in it.
All that being said, last night I went to a birthday party for a fellow runner. It was a great night, and I consumed 3...literally 3 beers. I knew I had a long run this morning, so I stopped drinking early and I had a lot of water. When I woke up this morning (at 5:15...ugh), I felt like I was going to puke. I knew I was meeting Allan early for a long run to beat the heat, so I forced myself to get up and fuel with a LaraBar. I met with Allan and Dawn (an awesome ultra marathoner who I don't even see sweat when she runs!) and we hit the road at 6:15.
I was planning on running around 10 miles. I've average 5 hours of sleep the past 2 nights, and I since I ran 7 on the bridges yesterday, I didn't want to push it. Of course, that plan never works. While we were out, we kept adding some distance here and there.
I didn't feel terrible, but it was a struggle. Since we went so long, I had to take a gel at around Mile 7. I think my biggest issue was how thirsty I was, so as much
It was pretty cloudy out, and we got to see this on the way back from UNF. Even though Jacksonville has some pretty cruddy heat and humidity, sometimes it pays off with sights like this.
After we finished our run, Allan went out to add a few more. He's running Chicago and wanted to get a longer run in. The rest of our group hung around the store chatting, and we moved over to Starbucks. Our organizer, Jackie, was really sweet and bought all of our sweaty butts some much needed coffee. Next long run...I'm not fueling with beer.
I'm Jenn! I'm a baker, blogger, sorta-runner, and writer living in Jacksonville, Florida!