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    Nectar of the gods


    When I was first told about energy gels, I gagged just hearing about them.  They are little pouches of sirop-y goop that you carry in your pockets and eat while running in order to maintain a healthy level of essential nutrients.  I could not imagine anything more disgusting.  I mean, these aren’t exactly culinery delicacies we are talking about here.

    The first ones I tried did nothing to abate my suspicions.  I tried a couple of different brands, both of them triggering my gag reflex the moment I waved them anywhere near my face.  You can imagine my relief when I learned that you don’t have to take your electrolytes in goopy gel form.  Energy booster dealio-s are available in Jelly Bean form!  Well that was awesome for a little bit, but it turns out that the high sugar content of the ‘Sport Beans’ gave me a tummy-ache.  It looked like I would have to stick to one of the less-offensive gel thingys.

    That was until I discovered Clif Bar Shot Bloks.

    Oh.  My.  Gosh.

    I took these things out on an 18km run, and started popping the small candy-looking cubes into my mouth after about 45 minutes.  I was not prepared for that nutritional sensation.

    How can I describe the effect those energy bloks had on me?  Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

    Words cannot do these things justice!  The hobbits had Lembas on their way to Mordor.  The Israelites had Manna on their way to the promised land.  I had Shot Bloks on my way to the finish line.

    It tasted like pure heaven!  The moment it hit my tongue it felt sweet like candy, yet rich like a roast beef dinner.  The soft substance filled my mouth like an exquisite trifle, yet satisfied me like a just-baked loaf of soft bread.  My senses were heightened, my pain melted away, and my body responded with a long and sustained burst of energy.  If astronauts ever try this stuff they will never go back to freeze-dried ice cream, I can guarantee that! 

    For the first time in my life I know what the phrase “Nectar of the gods” actually means.  I’ve found it in an energy replacement chew.

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