Let ‘em eat steroids
Plenty of legal and illegal things enhance performance. When I was a gymnast, I'd have taken any of either that would have made me better.
Topics: Olympics, Health, Entertainment News
Reuters/Mike Blake
American gymnast Shawn Johnson isn’t suspected of drug use, but her super-springy floor mat artificially enhances performance.
If someone had offered me performance-enhancing drugs when I was competing as a gymnast in the 1980s, I would have taken them. If we’re going to be quite literal about the phrase “performance-enhancing drugs,” I did take them.
I gobbled Advil like M&Ms. True, these over-the-counter painkillers aren’t on the banned-substance list. But considering that I could barely walk when entering the gym each day and I was transformed upon swallowing my first six pills, it could be argued that my performance was indeed enhanced by these capsules.
Between my left ankle, which was swollen beyond recognition and traumatized with floating bone chips, and my right leg, barely healed from a cracked femur, I had no good leg to rely on. Add to that the shin splints that attacked both legs below the knees, and I was walking wounded.
The first handful of pills usually wore off around the time I finished tumbling, at which point I had to move on to vault practice. Off to the bathroom for another four pills. This second batch never quite had the same numbing effect as the first half-dozen. But I limited myself to 10 each day, an arbitrary number that seemed somehow reasonable to me.
When the Walgreen’s-variety painkillers stopped working, my doctor gave me a prescription for something stronger. A few of these choking horse pills and I was good to go. They worked so well at first, I thought I was healed and set the pills aside one hopeful day before workout. I realized no healing had occurred when I found myself limping down the vault runway, dragging each sorry leg behind the other, never picking up any decent momentum, landing in a heap with my face smashed into the ground on the other side of the horse.
Eventually the prescription meds stopped working too. On to monthly cortisone shots. These helped the fraying ankle for a time. Quelled the swelling, eased the pain. After six months of injections, they failed to extinguish the ache, reduce the grotesque distortion. I continued regardless, fearful that without them my legs might just fall off.
I also took piles of laxatives in the herculean battle to keep my weight below 100 pounds, my body fat below 3 percent.
Jennifer Sey is the author of "Chalked Up," her memoir about the ups and downs in internationally competitive gymnastics. She was the 1986 U.S. National Champion and a seven-time national team member. More Jennifer Sey.




Comments
45 Comments