My poison was always red wine, at times drunk in quantities that now seem unbelievable. And a few years later, when my black periods grew more frequent, I found that the more I drank, the better I felt - or rather, the less bad I felt, although that only lasted until I woke up the next morning to go to training. The more I tried it, though, the more I found it suppressed my feelings. There wasn't much room for it through my teens, either my training schedule was too full to party with my contemporaries. Ironically I was never really a drinker, hating my first sip of champagne at a family wedding where I recall agreeing with Mum, a lifetime teetotaller, why anyone would want to drink something that tasted awful. I suppose it was inevitable that I'd turn to other, artificial ways of managing my feelings, and I found alcohol. Legendary win: Ian Thorpe with the victorious men's 4x100m relay team at the Sydney Olympics.
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