Nail-biter, gum-snapper, pencil-gnawer, teeth-tapper — Freud would have a heyday with my oral fixation, which I self-medicate by chewing gum, a lot. Call me the Violet Beauregarde of running. So when a friend offered me an entire box of Nick Symmond‘s RunGum she won at a race I took it. Chewing caffeinated gum while I run? Sounded like a match made in Heaven: three of my favorite things all rolled into a single experience.
With the gum long gone and the box recycled, did I turn into an elite runner, OTQ, improve my tempo pace, turn into Cornholio, enhance my physique, or at least pony up the money to buy another box of RunGum for myself?