tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414005442121137980.post3285738249445908094..comments2023-11-02T02:06:54.421-07:00Comments on Letitia L. Moffitt: Mud, sweat, and beersUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414005442121137980.post-64587424978556624242013-03-25T08:19:08.556-07:002013-03-25T08:19:08.556-07:00You know it. That one hill? I wanted to curl up in...You know it. That one hill? I wanted to curl up in the mud like a tired little piglet. But then I thought...beer. And I found the strength to carry on.Letitiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05835312468855097471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414005442121137980.post-81215616382801041552013-03-25T08:12:50.806-07:002013-03-25T08:12:50.806-07:00You captured the concept of "beertopia" ...You captured the concept of "beertopia" very nicely in this post. I also never knew it was possible to desperately crave beer after heavy, cardiovascular exercise...and then suddenly I realized it was why I had been running the whole time. The veil had been lifted. Sadly(happily), sometimes the faintly shimmering image of a Hamm's tall-boy is the only thing that stops me from sitting down in the middle of the trail and taking a nap. ScareKrowshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08829870939573043797noreply@blogger.com