Beer Mile Fail
Sunday, October 31st, 2010
I’ve heard about and seen pictures and videos of beer miles across the country for a while now, but had never done one and was definitely on my athletic bucket list. So when Kim sent me an invite, I jumped at the chance.
There are a lot of rules, but here is the breakdown:
- Chug a beer, run a lap on 1/4 mile track.
- Repeat 4 times
- Beer must be at least 5% alcohol
- Puke before the finish line and you get a penalty lap.
I didn’t have any huge expectations, but at least was hoping for a respectable MOP performance. I didn’t now what to expect, and didn’t really have a strategy. I pondered over proper beer choice the week before and finally settled on Bud Heavy.
Saturday night, the crowd gathers in the bleachers just after sunset and after some muddling around, everyone stacks up their 4 beers on the edge of the track and wait for time to be called.
GO!

Everyone simultaneously cracks open their beers and starts chugging. It goes down smooth, sorta. As each person finishes their first beer, they head off on their lap. I was somewhere towards the back and immediately pass Kim who finished chugging her beer just before mine.
And then the burping started. The sort of burps that could knock the shoes off of my feet and set off a few car alarms. Surprisingly, the 12 oz of suds in my stomach didnt seem to slow me down too much. I was holding 8:30-ish pace and felt pretty good, especially after I release some gas.
Second beer: NOT as smooth as the first. I legitimately thought that I was going to throw up. As an avid beer consumer, the disappointment in my performance started here and only got worse. Once I was able to squeeze out some more window-shattering belches, I felt INSTANTLY better. Kim passed me back, I lost a few more places and the race continued.
The third and fourth beers were more of the same. Run, chug, urge to puke, cover mouth, belch, relief, chug, run as fast as I can. Pain. It was just plain ugly. For a guy that had only once since the ironman a month ago and had consumed plenty of beer in that time, I was very surprised and confused that running was somehow my strength (in comparison to my poor chugging abilities).
Each lap was slower than the next and I crossed the line somewhere around 12:37 (but I can’t really remember). The worst part? DFL.
Yeah, I was the caboose on this beer chugging train. NOT proud of that at all. Needless to say, this won’t be my last beer mile because I HAVE to improve on my crap-ass performance. If I can practice belching, I think I’ll be in much better shape. That was definitely my biggest obstacle, and one I was not anticipating at all.
Oh yeah, and chugging four beers in under 15 minutes and being stone-cold sober is a little strange, but when my BAC eventually caught up with my stomach, I was one sloppy puppy.
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