On October 13, 2013, I ran my first marathon. Pounding the pavement in Chicago was quite the experience. I’ll forever remember running the last mile to Fall Out Boy’s “Chicago Is So Two Years Ago” (interestingly, the YouTube video I’ve linked to is 3:12 min. long). The song seemed so appropriate in that moment that I put it on repeat until I crossed the finish line. And almost immediately after crossing that line and having my medal hung around my neck, a Goose Island 312 was thrust into my hand.
Beer and running go together like Forrest and Jenny, like peas and carrots. You’d be hard pressed to find a running event that didn’t offer some sort of beer ticket for a free cold brew at the finish, or along the course as is the case with beer runs I’ve done in the past. But maybe beer being tied to running is just a Wisconsin/Midwest thing … hmm. I can’t say for sure. Regardless, upon finishing the Chicago Marathon, I picked up a 312 for free and still had my beer ticket for another one later. Oh hey, perks!
As for the beer itself, I don’t really have strong feelings about the 312 either way. It’s your basic wheat beer. Maybe it’s the basic bitch of wheat beer. It’s easy drinking, providing an intro to craft beers, if you will. It’s the kind of beer I’m relieved to see on tap during Chicago weddings, sparing me from imbibing Miller Lite or Bud Light, although free beer is free beer. But this particular beer, on this particular day, was something special. It was special enough to snap a picture of after running 26.2 miles, after all.