
So, it twas around 2am early New Years morning when a friend and I decided that it was a "reasonably decent" idea (under the conditions) to "run" home instead of driving, or waiting for a cab. Given our impaired math skills at the time, coupled with a hefty-bar-tabs-worth of "liquid courage" - we concluded that it "couldn't be more than a mile to the house". In addition, and since we both grew up watching MacGyver - the fact that we didn't have adequate foot apparel didn't stop us. So after removing our shoes and socks, and running what turned out to be three (3) miles home - the bloody toes just added to the legend.
Well... if once was stupid, then 2 times is simply moronic? To that end, we went out with some friends this past weekend and since the bartender recognized that the service was slow he decided to make up for it in the form of free drinks that were extremely "TALL" i.e. basically a beer mug full of spirits and only a splash of whatever to cut the burn a little. So, like most other "bad ideas" it all started because no one was willing to just say "No"
So, once the clock hit around 12:30 AM we started off on our run - and after 7 miles (each mile a bit slower than the last) we finally made it home (shoes on this time).
What's even more interesting, is that I learnt that I'm not alone and in fact there are clubs coined as "drinkers with a running problem" and it's called "hashing"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hash_House_Harriers
So, now you know!