Oh sweet burning nectar of the gods, why hast thou forsaken
me?
People, I’ve got a problem.
I’m about to tell you what it is, but I need you to prepare
yourself…it’s rather upsetting.
There is a running theory, backed by some moderately
strong-leveled evidence that I may be allergic to, of all things, coffee.
Any Buddhists out there?
Perhaps you can tell me what I did in a past life to be dealt this
stinging karmic blow? Was I cruel to
coffee farmers? Was I a thief of all
things caffeinated? Was I Hitler?
It would seem that in this unfortunate turn of events, my
body has decided to revolt in the form of reverting back to the painful teenage
years of embarrassing breakouts of pimply unpleasantness. With extensive efforts to figure out why this
was happening, it was determined that coffee/caffeine might be the offending
culprit.
It just so happens that my first race of the season is 4
weeks from this Sunday at which time I usually try to get off the juice to
decrease my tolerance for the magical drug.
That way when I down a Red Bull during the race, I literally grow wings.
So that’s where I’m at.
Today was the last “cup” of coffee, but as you can see from the picture
above, that was hardly worth calling a cup.
This coming from the guy who used to down 2-3 venti monsters daily just
to get by.
Anyone heard of this?
Coffee allergy? Where are my
naturopaths out there???
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