Guest Post by Lewis Taylor
I’ve never known what to do with myself in the off-season until this season when I discovered the answer.
Beer is the antidote to a running addiction — a pastime that encourages laziness, gluttony and unintended weight gain. I’ve finally found an activity that breaks the spell of daily runs, monthly races and that all-over achy feeling familiar to any ultra guy or girl. When I’m with beer, I’m not going anywhere. I wake up feeling mildly ashamed that I missed a day of running, but mostly I just can’t wait for the sun to go down so I can revisit the taps in my basement.
The kegerator we installed in an unfinished downstairs room (the Manspace, we’ve been calling it) is the culmination of a lifelong dream of mine. We moved into a new house, the previous owner left behind an old fridge and I drilled two holes in it. Simple as that. Building a kegerator is not hard. Saying “no” to beer on tap is.
But I choose to say “yes” to beer during the off-season. It truly is the best way for me to break that cycle of running addiction. Let’s face it. By the end of the season it really does kind of suck to be that hooked on running. It’s like all you can think about is your next run. I get to the point where I can’t even enjoy the run I’m on because I’m already thinking neurotically about when I’m going to squeeze in a run tomorrow. It’s possible this is just a function of me being a busy guy with an 19-month-old at home. It’s also possible beer’s the thing for me.
When I think back to those other off-seasons when I tried (and failed) to quit running, I think I’m inclined to agree with the later. Now the only problem with my plan is firing up the jets and beginning my running routine again. I know I can’t drink like this AND train for Western States. Right? “Maybe I can?” the rationalizing beer addict in me says.
I’ve unfortunately located my running closet (the RunnerSpace) right next to the ManSpace, so worlds are currently colliding. I’m all confused, I come home and grab a pint instead of a glass of water. I go to grab a beer and get sidetracked organizing my shoes. I still think I’m better off than I was last year at this time, when all I could think about was what kind of mileage I was going to hit for my yearly total. BTW, I drank two beers before composing this post and I don’t have a f-cking clue how many miles I ran in ’08.