The origin story
A while back, someone sent me a ridiculous video of guys running through Sydney and drinking at stops along the way. I immediately sent it to Sean and said, "We have to do this in Boston."
So we did.
We mapped out the Original Course, started at J.J. Donovan's, and worked our way across Boston one beer and one bad decision at a time. The rules were simple: drink a beer, get to the next bar, repeat.
Somewhere along the way, survival became part of the strategy. We made an on-the-fly stop at BBQ Smoke Shop because we were starving, and we hit Dunkin' for emergency bagels and fuel. Good thing there is one on every corner.
By the time we reached Trillium, there was no food plan, no ceremony, and absolutely no Olympic-level athletic achievement. Just two idiots, a celebratory beer, and the realization that this terrible idea might need to become a tradition.
