Sprint to the finish line for a marathon party at the end.
Every year for the past six years, either Sydney or I (or, on my favorite years, both of us together) have participated in the infamous McGuire’s Irish Pub St. Patrick’s Day Prediction 5k Run.
It’s a little bit of exercise, followed by a lot of partying, ending with a long nap and an epic hangover. All by noon on a Saturday.
Since it’s St. Patrick’s Day and this year’s run was just this past weekend, we thought we’d take a look back at all the years and all the fun.
The weather forecast frightened many participants away this year. Can’t you tell?
100% chance of thunderstorms with a flash flood warning isn’t exactly ideal weather for a 5k and outdoor afterparty, but clearly no one cared.
Sydney, not being one to turn down a chance for bottomless Irish Wakes, braved the rain with her husband and his brother, who had driven in from Georgia just for the race.
They were rewarded nicely for their efforts. Although the lines were still long for Irish Wakes (these yummy, green beverages that can knock your four-leaf clover socks off – see recipe below!), the crowd was amiable and celebrating the nearly rain-free morning.
Sydney & I managed to gather a lot of family and friends for the 2015 race. It wasn’t hard. Free drinks usually bring out our best buddies.
That’s Kacey and Sydney hugging a talking bush that we call Matt.
2015 is also the year I ran the entire race. Just kidding. 3.2 miles is 3.15 miles longer than what I’m capable of running.
2014 was the last year our mother participated with us. Sometimes I think we scared her away with our hard-partying ways (backseat nap, anyone?), but then I find pictures like these next few gems.
Day-drinking is an acquired skill, and we learned from the best.
Mom made those witty tank tops for the three of us, but her bib number was purely coincidental.
Costumes aren’t necessary, but they sure are an added bonus. I never turn down the chance to wear my green sparkly fishnets.
Our good friend, Matt, always says he’s going to participate with us, but we can never seem to find him on race day.
The starting and finish lines are both at McGuire’s, so you end up gathering in the parking lot with the thousands of other runners, tossing back bowls of Irish Stew and cup after cup of Irish Wakes, dancing along to upbeat Irish drinking songs, and running into just about everybody you know. (Keep scrolling for the Irish Wake recipe. I promise it’s worth the wait!)
Eventually noon rolls around, and McGuire’s kicks you out. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay in their parking lot. Which means we all pile in the car and go in search of mass quantities of food (with a DD at the wheel, of course).
When 2013’s race rolled around, everyone seemed to be out-of-town, so Mom & I kept up the tradition all by ourselves. Us, and 30,000 of our closest friends.
The walk itself is easy and full of sightseeing right along the bay and through downtown. If you’ve never done a 5k, this is the race to start with. It’s easy to finish the course in under one hour when there’s a prize at the end.
The fight for an Irish Wake is more exhausting than the race itself!
2012 brought us all back together again. (Forgive the blurry pics; 2012 were the days of the iPhone 4.)
We’re in this picture – see if you can spot us.
And Matt is in this picture, if you can spot him.
The first year we ever participated in this outrageous 5k was 2011, and it was just Mom & me.
We seem so tame in comparison to all the following years, but to our credit, this was the year that Mom & I thought an Irish Wake was just a weak, green punch. We learned our lesson quickly!
Our only regret is not starting this tradition earlier. See you at next year’s 5k!
- 2 shots gold rum
- 2 shots Bacardi 151
- 2 shots Blue Curacao
- juice from 2½ freshly-squeezed oranges
Pour all ingredients into a mason jar filled with ice. Top with a red cherry and a green cherry. Drink
in excess, ah, I mean responsibly.