Never Again
I did something this weekend that I’ve never done before: I walked away from free beer. That’s a lie. I drove away from it. That’s a lie again. I rode away from it in the passenger seat of my friend’s car, but somehow that doesn’t seem as dramatic. Let’s stick with “walked away” and start again.
So I walked away from free beer this weekend. I’m at the point in my life where I only exercise if there are adult beverages at the end that will cancel out all benefits of said exercise. Saturday, I had a race that met those criteria: seven miles of running followed by five kegs of beer. Granted, all five kegs weren’t just for me (I’m sure someone else would’ve had a glass or two), but the math still checked out.
But halfway through the race, it started to rain, and although it eventually let up, I was thoroughly soaked. When I reached the finish line several minutes or hours or days later, it started to pour again. I was cold and exhausted and decided it really wasn’t worth it to st…
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