A tale as old as time. my annual attempt to beat my coffee addiction. IN the past when I'd beaten it, I would show up for races bright-eyed and insufferably chipper.
As most other bleary-eyed runners were sucking down last drops before the gun goes off. Then on the trail they'd dash into the woods to empty swollen bladders as I ambled along. But the addiction always comes back.
I usually wait for Spring then endure a week of misery. Stupifying tiredness and inability to think clearly. And a headache that no drugs can stop.
Then a week passes and I'm cured and swear never to touch the stuff again. So a few less-wintry days had me thinking it was time to try again. But five days later I haven't had the miserable headache or other signs of withdrawal. I'm tired but not so much I can't use the treadmill.
What happened? Why no falling asleep in my oatmeal? Why no problem finishing a crossword puzzle? Why no feeling like my head is about to explode through my ears?
The answer is ozone, I believe. In animals I've seen it stop epileptic seizures and cure ringworm and MRSA so I thought why not try it. And I did. With no other drugs on board it's the only thing different I've tried. The only thing different. I keep waiting for the headache, the miserable headache that makes me wish I had a gun. Maybe I'm cured. Til next Spring.