Chicken wings and beer ... not what I would be expecting at the end of the Hooters half mara 
I did the beer race for three years in a row at Surrey Uni. Teams of three, bound together, mixed gender, half a pint at pretty much every pub in Guildford. Untying yourselves meant disqualification, which was interesting when we needed to empty our bladders.
I have no idea what position my teams were in by the time we got back to campus,and was too pissed to care.