It was supposed to work out perfectly. 18 shots in a fifth. 18 weeks. The weekend of the marathon, to celebrate the end of the training cycle, I'd drink that final shot with great relish.
Of course, I didn't think that my light hand with the alcohol would bite me in the end. And deciding against the weekly shot last time may have been a mistake.
Because to finish off the bottle, I poured and drank three shots, which is significantly more than I've drunk since the running fit Christmas party.
I think the Jack Daniel's training program was a success, although I don't know that I would do it again. I'll probably leave out the whiskey next time. But I'm truly happy that I was able to do it- not many have, would be my guess. I really should have taken a picture... :P