Guyism has its very own ‘beer runner’

Since I started covering alcohol for Guyism, I’ve packed on about 25 pounds. While that can’t be entirely attribute to booze, it has certainly played a part in the process. TheFlintSkinny was never a reference to size, but it still seems like a fat guy shouldn’t be going by that moniker. For that reason, and for all the ladies, it’s time to do something about it.

I’ve been following a guy named Tim Cigelske for awhile now. He’s a beer runner and a writer for Draft Magazine, and the man is quite impressive. He has gone for a run and drank a beer every day for the last 470 days. With the exception of taking a piss, I don’t think there’s any single thing that I’ve done with that kind of regularity. This isn’t just a jog to the fridge to pick up the daily beer either. He logged 2,011 miles last year for a ridiculous average of 5.5 miles per day.

I’m determined to use The Beer Runner as a model to get back into fighting shape. It was less than a year and a half ago that I completed an Olympic distance triathlon, and now I’m sitting here unsure of whether I can even run 3 miles. Obviously I’m not going to go out and start running a ton of miles every day, but I will slowly build myself up, drinking beer along the way. I’ve signed up (not technically since registration isn’t open until the 1st) for the Chicago Marathon and have 10 months to make finishing a reality. For added motivation, I’ll be running on behalf of charity, though I won’t bug any of you for money until much later.

Obviously this isn’t a topic that’s interesting to everyone, so I won’t bother with daily, or even weekly, posts here on Guyism about my progress. They aren’t paying me to get in shape, so a monthly recap complete with mileage and various beers tried should suffice. I will, however, be keeping people abreast of my endeavors on Twitter, so if you want to follow along I’d love to have you over there. The more support the better. Hell, you can even heckle me as long as it’s at least humorous.

One thing you won’t catch me doing is sacrificing beer quality in the name of fitness. All this hard work is going to need a reward, and I’ll be damned if that reward is fizzy water.

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