Friday, May 11, 2012


I remember hopping up on a whim and sprinting out the door for a 2 t0 12 mile run with no warm-up trepidation(except for fear of ghost racer)  hopping over bushes fences and whatever obstacles. I could eat a large meal or drink a half gallon of water with no ill effects.

Now I shuffle out the door and wheeze along with aches and pains and aching lungs for 20 minutes or 1/2 a mile before I finally start to feel a little better and if I get sore it seems to take forever to recover. time for some HGH!

1 comment:

  1. I remember one night subjecting our 16 or 17-year-old bodies to such abuse--dinner at the Guad of green chile cheeseburgers, some kind of oversized desert, then immediately before running slamming down a quart of TexSun Pink Grapefruit Juice (or "battery acid" as we called it). Then we went and ran 4 miles fast (fast for me, probably around a 7:00 or 7:30 mile pace). Anymore, I can't run a single mile unless it's at a 14 to 15 minute pace, and green chile followed by cobbler followed by a quart of grapefruit juice would provoke instant gastric revolt. But I do remember feeling a powerful force of acid indigestion upon finishing our run that night some 30 years ago.