Drinking a lot of beer the night before a race does not qualify as carboloading.
On Friday evening, I met some college friends at the student union. We took care of a few pitchers. We then moved on to the Essen Haus, where we passed around a number of boots (yes, boots of beer. It's German).
I finally got to bed on Pete's couch at one in the morning. I only slept until six and spent the next hour or so staring at the ceiling. Pete and I went up to the Madison Farmers' Market to see some friends and grab some food. It was also the location of the start of the Crazylegs Classic, which I ran somewhat hungover.
I lost my timing chip before the race. I think I threw it out with the registration packet. I spent a bit of time trying to find it in a garbage can near the race start (and got some puzzled looks as a result), but couldn't find it, so I didn't get timed (and I owe some money to the timing people now). I watched the clocks at the start and the end, though. My time was 40:37, which, actually, compared to other years, isn't that bad of a time.
Paulzy and his better half ran it too. I got a chance to grab a beer with the two of them afterwards.
I drank one once with Matt Hammer and Nate Griswold.