On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Monday, June 20, 2011

To all the beers I've loved before... An homage.

On Saturday, after I missed running with the Van Cortlandt Track Club, I set out for an easy 5m run.

Well. That "easy" 5m run quickly turned into a miserable, terrible 3.35m run. I alternated between wanting to throw up and feeling like I was going to fall over, literally, from being off-balance.

You see, I was maybe kind of a little bit hungover. I had two beers Friday night. Two. But it was enough.

(Me, Saturday morning after getting in from running, with the offending bottle of Blanche de Chambly. It was delicious but not worth it. Sorry for the sportsbra/topless photo.)

So, for that, I've made a resolution. I will not drink beer (on weekend evenings) anymore until marathon season is over. I'm going to have to get up early for the next few months to get my long runs in, and I can't have something stupid like beer ruining my running.

So I present to you my past few months of beer drinking. You can call this the most vain post EVER to appear on ANY blog OF ALL TIME. I call it a farewell homage.

Hoegaarden. A favorite.

Blue Moon and chocolate chip cookies. Not a combo I'd recommend.

Scotch. That too will go.

More scotch. Goodbye, friend.

And mint juleps, even those with fresh mint from CSA.

Leinenkugels. No more.

UFO Hefeweizen. I like(d) the wheat beers.

Hofbräu Maibock

Coconut sorbet - that can stay.

More UFO.

I think this is the Hofbräu again?

Sam Adams Noble Pils. Not my favorite. I won't miss this one.

Another Sam Adams. A hefeweizen.

A beer named after my dog: Goose Island Matilda.

I like a beer after an evening run. Here's a Magic Hat Circus Boy.

My favorite! Goose Island 312.


  1. I guess I'm not dedicated enough: I wouldn't want go give up my beer for running. ;) Hello, Mr Heineken! :)

  2. Blue Moon Summer TOTALLY doesn't count right? Because I want to drink more of it with you on weekend summer evenings! (maybe call it post-long run recovery? Carbs and all...)

  3. Kelly, I woke up thinking how delicious that beer was (it seriously was my first thought!), so OBVIOUSLY we'll need to figure something out! Maybe weekend afternoons will be okay :)

  4. I love the montage. You look so happy. From now through November, please post photos of the water and/or Nuun you are drinking. In BPA-free containers, please.


    Just kidding.

    Good luck with your dry spell! The beer will miss you!

  6. Shelby, if you want half a case of Corona Light, PLEASE come take it out of our fridge. It helps my resolve that that's all that's left in there!

  7. But beer counts as good carbs!!!! It does, I promise!!

  8. When I was in college, one of my track friends gave up drinking for Lent. After Easter, her racing performance improved substantially...just saying.