*the title was intended to be a play on “work for food” but it’s pretty backwards and just doesn’t really work but I didn’t feel like coming up with anything different, so…*
A LONG time ago – Hood to Coast last year, maybe? – the idea of running the Bourbon Chase relay started floating around my little internet circle. Natural progression, right? Relay love elevated to include a secondary love of imbibes and my homeland countryside?
(When you live 2000 miles away in Cali, Kentucky is practically Ohio)
Somewhere between then and Eugene a group of Nuun friends managed to snag a spot in the registration lottery, and asked if I was interested in joining.
“Umm, eff yeah! I can learn to like whiskey by October” I said, still high on post-race endorphins and a few Ninkasis deep.
the culmination of the Bourbon Chase scheming occurred somewhere between those frames
But then a string of events came up, my October calendar got pretty hectic, and I had to admit I probably wasn’t going to be able to make the trip. Womp womp. Super sad trombone. Sorry to be lame, pals.
Kind of fortuitously though, a few weeks ago the following emails came through at just about the same time:
Mom: “Since we won’t get to cheer for you at Boston (since you failed to BQ at Ventura) is there another race we can come vacation to? You run so much better at relays – maybe one of those?”
p.s. backhanded sentiment and tough love are relationship foundations in my family
Bourbon Chasers: “Alright seriously who’s in? We still have a few slots to fill. Don’t be a loser.”
There was a hot sale on airfare and I had enough frequent flyer miles to cover half the ticket. Mom loved the idea of a road trip down to Lexington to spectate a race I might actually do “well” and have fun at (not to mention the post-race party). I convinced my little sister and bro-friend Dan to fill the remaining two open slots.
And just like that my weekend in Bourbon Country was booked. Running, sweaty friends, family, and a liquor I’ve yet to acquire a taste for. Hell freaking yeah.
Mom: “Cool! I bet this will be more fun than Boston anyway. LOL.”
Probably will, ma.
So that’s where I’m off to tomorrow. Anyone else running it? Clink whiskeys at the finish with me? Just don’t make fun of my bitter face.
- as a bonus incentive slash effort to make another cross-country trip worthwhile I’m riding back to OH with the fam to spend a few days in the homestead. bonus bonus that flying out of Cleveland was $100+ cheaper than out of KY.