The 2 Types of ‘Drinking’ Runners I See And Their Relationship To The Booze.
I can’t fucking sleep tonight and I feel quite sad. So I thought I’d write this post about the 2 types of ‘drinking’ runners I see and their relationship with the booze.
The teetotal abstinent runner.
Reformed, renewed and functioning at 100%. Brought back to sanity by the power of running.
Their exercise regime seems to be a part of an inner transformation that has saw them change their diet, outlook and alcohol/drug consumption.
This is usually caused by some cataclysmic life event such as waking up next to a dead mailman with weeks of envelopes and DVD cases stuck up their hairy arse.
Usually these guys are excellent runners with a very positive outlook in life and can be a little intimidating to the pisshead casual drinker.
The pisshead casual drinker
The runner who ‘enjoys’ a pint. They run to help maintain some sort of balance in their life and drink because life is uncomfortable and boring at the best of times.
They often run events just so they can replenish their liquids at the end of the marathon with booze. They drink with club runners. Disguise a burgeoning alcohol problem by becoming a connoisseur of their drink of choice. Feeding their brain booze becomes research and a new experience and not a warning sign of deepening addiction.
Some may perceive them to be functioning alcoholics or just pissheads and the truth is these people don’t even know who or what they are or why they’re trapped in a rut.
They are in a no-mans land between the hilarious de-facto town alcoholic who drinks from 9am and from everyone else in society. They don’t feel the same as everyone else and can sense something is wrong in their lives but try to dismiss all of it with ‘You Only Live Once’ or other such shit.
Perhaps they sense that life is just too mundane and alcohol is their way of feeling free but inwardly they can sense that alcohol isn’t making them any more free.
In fact it’s ruining their training and fucking with their health.