After too many tacos and too many Medallas (see Where to Eat Tacos in Condado and see The Best Light Beer in the World?), it’s a good idea to get to cardio. For me, that means the joyous adventure of running outside. While I will miss running through the Entertainment District of Old Town Scottsdale, my previous home (see TPOL Moves to Scottsdale), nothing compares to running alongside the ocean in Puerto Rico. My run starts at my temporary Airbnb apartment in Old San Juan and stretches all the way to the scenic beach town of Condado. Upon arriving in Condado, I make a loop around the area and head back towards Old San Juan in time to see the sun go down. The scenery makes it challenging to not take a photo of everything, but it also makes it easy to go for miles without removing the smile from my face. Unlike running in the unbearable heat of 100 degree temps in Arizona, Puerto Rico has a nice ocean breeze that greatly offsets the humidity.
On this particular occasion, I made the terrible mistake of running a bit too early in the day. Dehydration set in and like my Athens Marathon, I could barely propel myself forward. Lucky for me, it was the 4th of July and there were people all over the beach. I figured that one of them would take pity on me and give me a bottle of water. Two women were leaving the beach and carrying a cooler. I asked them if they had any water and they said no. As I walked away, they handed me a Capri Sun like pouch. Like grad schools, I struggled to get the damn straw in the container and was careful not to stab it through the back. After a long struggle, I managed to penetrate the pouch and proceeded to down the drink. The sugars provided an immediate jolt which was followed by dizziness moments later.
Curious as to what I was drinking, I stopped and read the label. Here’s what it said:
Later, I recounted the story to a blog reader who provided a hysterical anecdote about this devilish concoction. Here’s what he wrote:
There’s a story behind that drink. The guy who invented it in Old San Juan had a bar that served 300 drinks daily in his bar for 20 years. Then the owners of Medalla came in one day and offered to buy his formula for a couple of million. So now the bar is closed and you are drinking it out of a pouch!!!
Blame it on the booze
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on ‘tron
Got you in the zone
Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol
Blame it on the a a a a a a alcohol