A Texas trip for one bourbon, one wine, and one beer as a fitness activity? Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay!

I know that title borrows a bit from a great George Thorogood song and a well-known Brue Willis movie line, but they both fit this story like a comfortable pair of walking shoes for a trip that combined bourbon and a bucolic walkabout in the beautiful Texas countryside.

          

If you think the phrase “Yippie-ki-yay” as spoken by Bruce Willis doesn’t shout Texas clearly enough, well, consider the phrase was

“from the 1936 hit song ‘I’m an Old Cow Hand from the Rio Grande’ about a 20th-century cowboy who has little in common with cowpunchers of old and sung by Bing Crosby in the film ‘Rhythm on the Range’ (also sung later by Roy Rogers and Frank Sinatra) and considered one of the Top 100 Western songs of all time.”

That modicum of trivia thanks to a lil’ ol’ outfit that happens to bottle a bourbon by that moniker.

Texas and bourbon make sense. But, what’s with the walk?

It was the wife-person who found the south-central Texas event that promised three drinks with a 5K.

As shown from these pages on many occasions, I have been a longtime fan of combining exercise with alcohol, which can be viewed as a pain reduction strategy from doing the former by use of the latter, or a method of countering the calories of the latter by doing the former, or just for the purpose—as our Prez is wont to say, of “other things.”

This included cross county bike rides where I obeyed the old adage to stay hydrated during the ride,

…to cross town running events, along with 60,000 of my best friends, where, in the tradition of the world-renowned Hash Hound Harriers, I managed to hit a few pubs between the S.F. Bay to the Pacific Ocean Breakers.

I might have gotten an even earlier start had I caught on with the concept of the—now outlawed—pre-race warm-up exercise of doing keg stands.

For those unfamiliar with the practice, it’s kind of like doing a yoga handstand while “pre-hydrating.”

As to our Texas outing, the microbrewery, neighborhood winery, and micro-distillery promised macro headaches should you opt for multiples of the wonderful three local offerings.

But, what was advertised as Three Drinks, 5K, should have read, you get Three Drinks after the 5K. 

By the time I got to the finish line I was more than ready to profusely imbibe, I mean, get properly re-hydrated.

“Will someone please hand that man a drink.”

Whether it was the early morning 5K of moderate exercise or multiples of the Three Drinks, by noon I ended up pretty dog-tired.