Can’t believe it. For years I’ve heard it sung from mountaintops. The scriptures. Even the Gospel.
Water. Drink it. Lots of it, or else. It’s the Kool-Aid served by health nuts and medical practitioners on every corner. Eight glasses a day. One half your body weight in ounces. Do this or bad things will happen. Bad skin. Bad sleep. Bad health. Bad athletic performance.
I don’t drink enough water. There. I admit it. Last weekend I saw a dead lizard and a dead scorpion on trail, and I wondered if they, too, didn’t drink the Kool-Aid. I passed on refilling my camelback about three hours into the run as the temperature crept into the 90s. I paid a hefty price.
I admit I tend to learn things the hard way. Give me advice on something and I will nod my head politely, then return to my deranged habits. Lets face it, most of us are just a collection of life long habits influenced by our fear of going to detention in the third grade.
Then I read this Wall Street Journal article suggesting coffee is a legitimate way to hydrate. I guess it pays to swim upstream.
Coffee. The new water.