I have just finished my routine call with my assistant Nadene, who is still back in the UK and she was telling me about her recent trip to good old Dublin, Ireland. She and her husband Paul, went away with friends for the weekend and she was telling me about the amount of Guinness that she alone consumed on the Saturday night. Now being a true gentleman, I am not going to reveal the measuring unit, nor the amount of units consumed, but it was not a half measure and the amount rests between 8 and 10!
Reminds me about my Olympic Weightlifting days and the Northern Irish Championships in 1995. I headed over with my Irish coach on a Friday afternoon to compete on the Saturday morning and as you can guess, we got our pre-competition nutrition program slightly wrong. Instead of the prescribed carbohydrate loading and an early night, we headed into town and consumed 6 pints of Guinness each, with six Irish Whiskey (note the Irish spelling) chasers!
Not surprisingly the next morning was a little sluggish and after weighing ourselves, my coach, who was also competing realized he was several pounds over the weight limit for his class. I was several pounds within, so a good old Irish breakfast for me and cereal for the coach!
Amazingly, we both won our respective weight divisions and had to of course, celebrate by beating the previous nights tally of Guinness and Whiskey! So there is definitely something very special with the "black stuff" and don't let anyone tell you any different.
Shortly, I am heading over to Wales where the local brew is "Brains" bitter…now I wonder if that will help!
~Neil



