God looked down upon the first annual Bible Belt Beer Mile and saw that it was good. He blessed them.
He made the heavens, the earth, the track, the cold, tasty beer, and the Ironman chronometers they wore upon their wrists.
He had made the beer milers in his own likeness, and they were, well, not very good, at least at running, and well, at being human beings. Bummer.
So he smite them. He turned the pleasant 60 degree weather, clear sky, and calm winds into a raging torrent that fell upon the just and unjust alike.
And they were wet.
Still, they chugged, and ran, and chugged, and ran, and chugged, and ran, and chugged and ran until they could chug no more and run no more.
And he saw that it was good and he allowed them to set new SC state records, and he kept the police away, although an interloper did speaketh unto them and ruin their fun and threaten them with bodily harm
And they wept.
So they fled unto the night never to chug and run (etc.) again in this place.
He made the heavens, the earth, the track, the cold, tasty beer, and the Ironman chronometers they wore upon their wrists.
He had made the beer milers in his own likeness, and they were, well, not very good, at least at running, and well, at being human beings. Bummer.
So he smite them. He turned the pleasant 60 degree weather, clear sky, and calm winds into a raging torrent that fell upon the just and unjust alike.
And they were wet.
Still, they chugged, and ran, and chugged, and ran, and chugged, and ran, and chugged and ran until they could chug no more and run no more.
And he saw that it was good and he allowed them to set new SC state records, and he kept the police away, although an interloper did speaketh unto them and ruin their fun and threaten them with bodily harm
And they wept.
So they fled unto the night never to chug and run (etc.) again in this place.