Written by: Patricia I. James**
I will start by saying that it would be difficult for me to care less about sports. I did , once upon a time, root for the Denver Broncos but it was basically because I had a crush on John Elway. I also, from time to time, took some interest in the winter Olympics but that is probably because I have a thing for snow. I can’t remember the last football, baseball or basketball game I watched. Same for tennis, golf and bowling, although there is some grumbling out there that the latter two aren’t even a sport.
However, I did pay attention to the career of Lance Armstrong after reading his book, “It’s Not About the Bike.” Supposedly the reasons he was able to excel at his sport were (1) his oversized heart beats extremely fast and thus pumps an extraordinarily large volume of blood and oxygen to his legs; (2) his VO2 max, which measures the maximum amount of oxygen your lungs can take in, is much higher than the average person; and (3) the low lactic production, since Lance’s muscles produce about half as much acid as the average person’s muscles do when they get fatigued, it allows him to recover much faster than other people. Made sense to me. Yep, I swallowed it hook, line and sinker. I know. How naive could I be?