I read the article that the members of the U.S. national team all appeared as asthmatics and drove doping is quite legal, unlike Russian athletes who use the drug to protect the heart from overload because it is punishable, so I decided to tell how I ate doping and almost won the ski race.
In the Soviet years of stagnation everything was good: and sausages with meat, and grass greener.
And I was at that beautiful time 12 years old, and since I, having cut half a circle through the park, won the school championship in skiing, I had now to defend the honor of the school in the district competitions. In a whisper to my ear, our classy promised to close my eyes on my walks and put a quarter trouble on algebra if I won the "district". I really wanted to win, because my father had a wide GDR leather belt. In a word, it was my only chance to survive.
When I came to the competition and saw the "loos" against which I was going to run, my optimistic attitude immediately swelled down. The fact is that now everyone has tweets and contacts, and then even computers were not in all schools.So it was difficult to find out who exactly came to the competition from school. What was used by the directors of most schools, exhibiting athletes from SDJUSHOR instead of ordinary schoolchildren. Who knew them in the face? No one! This was used.
Seeing my disappointment, Fima - my classmate, who was called to accompany me in exchange for official permission not to attend school on this day, issued:" here do not cut - flags around and at every turn people stand. In short, you need to eat purgen and doping.The first will reduce the weight, the second will speed up."
Since what purgen and doping we knew very approximately, then in the nearest pharmacy, just before entering the park, for 12 kopecks was bought "for the grandmother" drug with the inscription "laxative", and the role of doping got vitamin C and hematogen because the money still was no longer enough. Something bad I felt as soon as I swallowed the eighth laxative pill, snacking with vitamin C. Here suddenly announced the start and to visit the toilet, which was on the other side of the park, I just couldn't. After the announcement of the start of the competition and a shot from the launch gun, at the same time shot and my body, and with such a sound and smell that those standing behind me started only seconds after fifteen. How I ran away! I felt the urge of my stomach becoming unborn, turning my head trying to pull out at least one bush before which there would be no person. But the competitions were district and it seemed like the whole area came to watch them...These three kilometers I ran as soon as a man could run, a man sitting on a coll-I ran working with one knee, applying all the effort of the pelvic muscles to squeeze the half of my ass. My scream of “Ski, Suka” was blowing off the track not only of the person running in front of me, but also of the person running in front of him. This way of skiing had to be included in all the textbooks, because I came second. He received his silver medal of stainless steel and an honorary diploma. To be honest, I got a Fima, because at this moment I passed the finish, directly on the skies ran into the toilet and pulling in the course of the rafting gave a powerful stream into the cup of Genoa.
I got my three in algebra, but I proudly refused to participate in city competitions, referring to my studies. Life was just beginning.