Running for a beer seems like Philly to me
Fishtown Beer Runners stand outside Trestle Inn.
"DID YOU know," Jon Lyons, a sales rep for New York's Southern Tier Brewery, was saying the other night, "that the first person to run a marathon actually died at the end of the run?"
Yo, I'm as big a fan of Greek tragedy as the next guy, and I'm somewhat familiar with the fable of the heroic messenger, Pheidippides, who collapsed upon reaching his destination. But this bit of trivia was not what I needed to hear 10 minutes before sprinting into the deathly heat and humidity of a Philadelphia summer evening.
We would be running far fewer than a marathon's 26 miles. Closer to 3 miles, in fact. Yet, the 40 or so fit, svelte runners limbering up on the sidewalk in front of a Fishtown rowhouse looked for all the world that they could make it to Athens.
Hard to believe that they were all ardent beer drinkers.
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