For the record: I ski raced, "wasted"

I ski raced "wasted", too, just like my nephew Bode Miller! But instead of shit-faced, I was stoned. I toked up (medical marijuana) before each run (2 runs) of the U.S. Eastern Giant Slalom Championships, hiding in the wind blown, stunted, spruce trees, near the start, on Middle Cannon By-pass, same start as the first World Cup G.S. (1997) of North America, a perfectly challenging G.S. run, whether down Avalanche (trail) or Polly's (Hannah) Folly (Trail). Excellent vertical drop! This race dropped down Polly's. Saturday, the day before the late winter big one was an ersatz one run job. I was pumpin' down that Mountain with my signature rhythm, The Kenney Technique, going right at every gate, to hell with the consequences, suddenly, in the "crux" of the race course, swing gates all! (bless that course setter, that course setter being none other than Gordi Eaton, off the Olympic team; it was like I had two tickets for the tram (airial tramway to the top of the mountain, no inspection runs) in the crux of the race course, a pile of snow! gratis the side slippers/course preparers, "yard sale"!, I was all over the place. I went home with my tail twixt me legs after that race. The next day I crawled out of me hole bright and early, like a true Alpinist. Let's just say, I had no impediments in gaining a comfortable three second margin. (early seventies, Viet Nam War raging) Lottery #267, impending doom: glory days of The Lugubrious, prison ahead! (5 weekends in County ain't no prison) What I learned there, was that the food was the same as boarding school, really sucked! Anyway, the take-away from that race was cannabis is no performance enhancer, nor a performance detractor. It was just easy to attain that delicate balance between intensity and relaxation, aggression and sensitivity, sinking deep into each turn and exploding out with acceleration. Good medicine!