So, I don’t know if you remember a while back I said one of my short-term goals was to run a mile all-out? I sort of did that last night, and I realized that I really have no idea how to run a mile.
I (sadly) just learned this week that a local running store has been hosting a charity Brew Mile monthly during the summer at each of the Indy breweries. I KNOW. It’s a totally non-goal-oriented, non-chipped, fun mile run, and the $5 entry gets you a pint of beer.
Last night’s run was at Triton Brewing, which I recently remarked was way the hell on the other side of town from me, so what we saved on the race entry we made up for in gas.
TEH HUBZ and TEH BEBE came along to cheer me on to victory, and even though it was a casual and very short race, it was really fun to have them there.
The race was, in fact, so casual, it started about 10 minutes late. Buddy Kate and I got antsy, so we ran back inside the brewery to share a quick beer. Naturally, that’s when the race started, so, oopsie, down the hatch, and we were off.
So yeah, running a mile sounds fun, but I’m so used to starting out slowly and pacing myself (for the purposes of this post, lets pretend I do that), I had no idea what I was doing. Should I have done a warmup run? Some high-knees across the parking lot? Not drank that beer (yeah right)?
If I hadn’t been running for FUN, I might have given it some more thought, but I wasn’t trying to be all for serious about it. There were only a couple of those kind of pompous-looking fellows who insisted on treating this run like it was the Olympic time trials. You know the type: shorty shorts, no shirt, finish in four minutes, heaving, and then dump water all over their narrow, soft, hairless chests. Also a girl who announced to anyone who’d listen that she‘d ALREADY DONE FIVE MILES TODAY SO I’M JUST DOING THIS ONE FOR FUN!!! Good to know, hun.
So basically I just ran all fast and sloppy like, picking up the pace when it felt right. We started out at about an 8:30 and ran the final stretch at about a 7:20 pace, overall an 8:15 mile, which is really not bad for me, considering the beer and the no-warmup. I think under different circumstances, I could have easily managed to finish in 8 minutes.
Okay, enough of that running horseshit, lets talk about the beer! After the race, all the runners formed a line outside and around the block to redeem their pint, while Kate and I sauntered inside, where my husband had a table waiting for us. We’ve never felt smarter, or more smug.
Hubhubhubbykins and I had the Rail Splitter IPA (7% ABV/70 IBU) which I’ve had before, but obviously it was much better on draft. I feel like maybe I should have sampled some other beers while we were there…? Kate had the Sin Bin Belgian Pale (6.2% ABV/19 IBU), which incidentally is the official beer of the Indianapolis Ice. (Oh, you didn’t know Indy had a hockey team? That’s okay, I don’t think INDY knows that Indy has a hockey team.)
The tap room doesn’t serve food regularly, but they did have EIGHT food trucks (#clustertruck) out front last night with everything from gourmet mac ‘n’ cheese to fancy cupcakes, grilled pizza, Indian food and comfort food.
Anyway, I’m really looking forward to getting back into racing. Yesterday’s run, silly as it was, really gave me that itch to race (or maybe I just need to wash these shorts). And we’re not going to push it, but if Kenzie ever says she wants to do a 5k with me, I will probably burst into fat, ugly tears of joy.