Beer Ice Luge
A trip addicts
I think I finally understand what being a heroin addict in recovery. Right now I'm in line, going through a period expected and I'm not sure how I'll get through it. Yes, I believe there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but the journey is long and the closer I am getting, the more it really is. Something like the hotels in Las Vegas. They are so big that you think is just a short walk to the gates. Three hours later, it remains the same size, the distance and everything we have achieved is a collection of leaflets and cards for you to enjoy a good time. However, as part of my 12-step program, sharing is a must. I just want it to end.
Many of you have heard of this drug. Not really knew it was a narcotics charge until after the first success. Then I was hooked. Of course I met many people during my period of addiction that made me feel cool, like I was part the group. The little boy in me who was chosen last for every team, including a toddler contest heading back his head shy attention, died hunger excited about the opportunity to take part at last. But now I realize I had a very high cost. My family suffered, my health suffered and all that seemed to matter was when and where my score would go to the next. Goddammit Vancouver Olympics.
For 17 days, drinking in excess as a porn star in the 70 non-stop bombardment of what they call "sport." I became transferred to my television, my computer, my phone, and any thing that would put me in a state of euphoria that was looking for. At first I thought I could easily control. Sure, some hockey here and there and well, maybe some curls. But then everyone started hanging out in the moguls, speed skating mesmerizing. He began to realize there was a problem when instead of playing Go Fish with my family, I slipped on some sweet Super G.
After that day, I said to myself … no more. For the sake of Those whom I love, I have to stop this. But could not the true self. was being slowly consumed (measured in 100th of a second) by the monster. I started having out of body experiences where I was floating above the room watching me watching me (diagram below). There was a different experience every time you were affected, but the result was always the same. luge, skeleton, and not just two-man bobsleigh, but the four men as well. It gets worse. Soon the figure skating and ice dancing part routine. dancing on ice! short and long programs!
The last day was the worst and in retrospect, probably the best thing that could have happened to me. It was Sunday and I woke up needing a hit (which was the usual routine). I found a vein and hooked on cable television and sat down to enjoy exciting about 50 km of cross country skiing. But for some reason, was not satisfied with that. Because the day sixteen years of building tolerance, I was in need of something else. And he came in the form of men's hockey gold medal. Yes, the final drug. I've heard of people taking it and never return. I had try, as needed. At that moment, that's all that seemed to matter in life. Well, that and some hot wings … and beer. But hockey was the main ingredient.
After impact. I had to. Fully aware of the consequences, I went at full speed. And finally, after nearly three hours, I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. Stress, excitement and shock all seemed to create the perfect storm and I felt my heart hurt. I can honestly say I had never been so scared in my life. If it were not for my class, I love better half said it was the dish of chicken wings causing some heartburn, no I know what I would have. And with that, this was done. I realized that nothing was more important to me than family. I returned to them. I also knew it would be a long way to go to get completely out of the Olympics, but for them, I had to. I just hope they do not fall into a relapse … say that four years.
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Ice Luge and Gold Fish (Survivor Shot) at Summer Beer Games 2009 – Tampa FL