flaxseed

i can't say i was shocked. there was always this hint of doubt. perhaps it's near impossible to be intimately involved with two prominent track and field athletes who admitted to steroid use without being lured yourself to the inflammable highs of further career propulsions. for world class athletes or even minor jocks, the appeal of greater stamina in training, building more muscles, clocking even faster times is too much of a draw. but marion jones was not kelli white. she was a cover girl. she was flo jo a decade later. when flo jo passed away in 1998, i was in singapore, it didn't cause a ripple nor a stir in our tiny 105 flat. sports is not that huge amongst my contemporary female acquaintances. perhaps if merely a little of our concentration is afforded on sports, we would have had our first olympic gold medal and the writers of desperate housewives or the daily mail readers, wouldn't have to blurt out, "you're from the third world? yuck." but america, already submerged in the citius, altius, fortius (swifter, higher, stronger) creed still gets greedy and those who fell from grace, the likes of jones and floyd landis, succinctly illustrates that all that glitters is not gold.