A while back, I spent part of the morning in a medical office in an East Bay office park, waiting for a man to emerge from a hyperbaric chamber. A competitive athlete in arguably the toughest discipline, combat sports, his oxygen fix was part of his pre-fight routine — that, and smearing great gobs of a marijuana-infused goo over his body to chase away the aches that come with endless burpees, leg-locks, choke-holds, and — so I was told — bench-pressing three... More >>>