Back when I pretended to race XC and endurance-y things, in ye olden NORBA days, we called ibuprofen "Masters' Candy." Just shoveling that stuff after a race was the joke. And as I write this pushing 50, with ankles that need alone time to get their game together in the morning, I see what a snarky thing it was to say about someone on the (gasp!) north side of 30.
Jan. 6, 2024, 4:25 a.m. - Grant Blankenship
Back when I pretended to race XC and endurance-y things, in ye olden NORBA days, we called ibuprofen "Masters' Candy." Just shoveling that stuff after a race was the joke. And as I write this pushing 50, with ankles that need alone time to get their game together in the morning, I see what a snarky thing it was to say about someone on the (gasp!) north side of 30.