Was once a real top-shelf athlete- hockey, tennis, soccer, basketball, surfing, mountain climbing, rock climbing. I remember at one time feeling that I could just run and run and run and just never stop and never tire. Going to hockey camp and running to the top of a mountain we were supposed to take all day hiking up. Stuff like that. Unlimited physical reserves is what it felt like. The highest high ever.
Then, second year at the University of Colorado in Boulder, the slide started. Spent all of that accumulated athlete’s “Jing force” or “Ching Chi” like it was money in a billionaires saving’s account. Party hearty. Don’t_stop_til_you_drop.
And all the while my body still felt like a million bucks- hangovers, acid trips, cigarette smoking, despite all of that, I still worked out, played racquetball, hockey. Hell, apparently you could rob Peter and pay Paul.
Went this way until about 23 or 24 years of age and then things finally started to go sour. The drinking, getting fucked up, smoking seemed to have caught up- shit, I could still do all of the shit I wanted to do, only now, it all hurt.
Knees, shoulders, eyesight, cardio, lean muscle mass, all of them, headed South. Quit partying, did what I knew, ate really “good”, but still, everything hurt and I just didn’t “feel right”. I totally craved that former feeling of indestructability. And now, what even frightened me more was how quickly it could all fall apart and how I really had no fucking idea what to do.
Staying in shape was one thing, repairing what was broken was totally another.
Spent two years like that, basically wallowing around and trying to use the things that are at most people’s disposal when they try to, “get better”- I did a lot of physical therapy type stuff, sports massage, whirlpool, kept the diet clean, exercised in more of a low impact range, but still, that former feeling of endless energy reserves and pain free living never returned. If anything, some shit got worse.
Then I met my buddy “H” and if “H” was anything he was a bad_motherfucker. One of those guys you could just look at and say, “hey, if anything ever goes down, I want to be on his side: 6’6” probably about 235 pounds, absolutely shredded- blazing fast, super strong, up at the crack of dawn, always a lot of energy, cracking the ladies in half, big assed smile on his face all the time, all that.
We met in a Judo class.
I had a lot of experience in Judo at the time and nobody in that class (a beginners class that I was just taking to tune up a little) could even come close to matching me, other than the teacher’s assistant who could take me maybe a little more than half of the time. So in walks this big black dude and I’m thinking, “this is gonna be good!” knowing the teacher’s penchant for highlighting how fighting skills can even the score against big opponents.
Teacher asks “H”, “you ever do martial arts before?” “H” answers, “no sir, but I’ve read a little and practiced the stuff from the books, and I’ve watched the first two UFC tapes about a million times and I really liked them and studied them as well”
So the teacher gives a knowing nod and tells “H” to get on the mat with a little dude from the class who was probably the best in there after me. Tells them to “open fight” but with no striking, chokes and locks are cool. Well “H” absolutely destroyed the guy time after time.
Then I get in there with him. Fucker cracked me like a clam. Then he demolishes the teacher’s assistant, choking him out (to a tap-out) with his gui 3 times in a row.
So much for the teacher’s lesson.
I start to hang out with “H”. I immediately see that everthing this guy puts in his mouth is bizzare from my perspective. Brown rice, Umeboshi plums, miso soup, tofu, seaweed, carrot juice, and jar after jar of “herb tea”, but the “herb tea” in his case really is HERB TEA- there’s buckthorn bark, saw palmetto, uva ursi, golden seal, nettles, poke root, stillingia, burdock, dandelion, hyssop, pau d’ arco, cat’s claw, ginseng, and etc.etc.etc.. Shit just goes on and on and on.
I tell him my woes and he makes a prescription. I’m crazy enough to try it. It works.
Before long, I’m eating vegetarian, going on juice fasts, cleansing my liver, doing a gall bladder fast (holy shit! 27 bright green gall stones get flushed out the first time I do it!), doing a colon cleanse.
Shit, I’m not just feeling better, hell, I’m walking on a goddamn cloud!
Shoulder stops hurting, knees stop hurting, eyesight starts to clear up, way more energy.
And that’s when I really get into it.
For the next 7 years I sink my teeth into anything from hydrogen peroxide therapy to spirulina to (ahem) chia seeds to macrobiotic diets to biodynamic farming to naturopathic herbalism to yadda fucking yadda.
Before long, I’ve got mad chops and I’m wildcrafting all my own herbs, making tinctures, keeping bees, shit, I’m waaaaaay off the map by that point, but the thing is, I’m fucking radiant again. I can damn near take down “H” half of the time, I’m lean as a shred of barbed wire, and I’ve improved my standing jump to 2” above my High School record.
So there it is. The proof was in the pudding. The problem has been, for me, staying on it. Now that I feel like I can deal with anything that comes up and now that I’m actually living a life beyond running around picking weeds, it’s been hard to stay at anything like that level. Now it’s my feel good crutch which I run to when I’m fucked up and not my way of life.
Like to make it that way again.
Radiant health, nothing like it. Feel sorry for those who’ve never felt it.