Racing Ferraris – A Stressful Way to Earn a Living

Have you ever heard of Formula One racing? That’s my thing, my passion, and my obsession. I was a Formula One team driver you’ve probably heard of. More than one over the years, in fact.

I’ve driven Formula One racers by Renault, Aston Martin, Alfa Romeo, and Ferrari. Formula One is the highest class of single-seater car racing. Formula One cars are the fastest racing cars in the world, and I was near the top rank of the profession.

It’s not an easy thing to do. You have to corner at very high speeds, and the aerodynamics of the cars – the same thing that makes them able to corner at higher speeds than any other cars – also creates turbulence towards the rear that makes it really difficult – and dangerous – to pass the car in front of you.

But you must overtake the other cars, repeatedly – or you lose. Plenty of my fellow drivers have been injured in this high-risk sport, and a few have died. It takes nerves of steel and tremendous energy reserves to be a successful Formula One driver. The average man would be exhausted after a single lap – if he survived the attempt.

At age 35, I was at the top of my form. My services were in high demand, and I lived the high life on and off the track. I was an up-and-coming first-class driver.

But at age 36, everything fell apart for me.

I just couldn’t do it anymore. I felt tired, dead bone tired, halfway through my races. I had to hand off to the following driver way, way earlier than I ever had.

Worst of all, I was losing my nerve. I felt I had to drop my speed in the corners, or my head would explode.

The feeling of risk and pushing it to the limit – a sense that used to exhilarate me – now terrified me to the point that I was losing ground at every turn.

If I forced myself to keep up my old speeds, I felt like I was almost blacking out. And passing? I felt like I had lost my touch. I was less than half as good as before.

Naturally, my rankings, and my reputation, started to suffer.

I couldn’t let that continue, or my career would be dead, ten or twenty years before it should have been. I made an excuse, took some months off, and started a quest – using my research and some of the top docs in North America and Europe – to find out what was wrong with me.

I didn’t get any good answers at first. I had no known disease. My conventional blood work showed no problems. My muscles were turning flabby, I’d gained weight, and I looked like I’d aged ten years in one year – but I was told that these were just signs of “approaching middle age.”

“Screw that,” I said to myself. “Just one year ago, I was in peak condition, doing great. ‘Approaching middle age’ doesn’t jump up on you like that – and a man like me, a kind of athlete, doesn’t break down like this at age 36!” I knew I had not yet found the answer.

The answer finally came when I took an inexpensive, specialized blood test administered by the clinic that sponsors this site – a test to determine if my level of human growth hormone (HGH) – was okay. It was not okay.

It turns out I had something called adult-onset HGH deficiency. It can cause men to age before their time, lose energy, feel weak, and be unable to perform up to expectations (at work, at play, and sexually).

It’s truly a hidden destroyer of life and love.

But I was stoked – finally, I knew what was wrong with me. You can’t solve a problem when you don’t know what it is!

The board-certified doctors at the clinic designed a customized prescription and program to get my HGH levels back up to what they should be. I followed their easy instructions to a T and made sure I never missed a treatment.

It’s now a year later. I’m almost 38 years old. I’m a new man now.

Not only did I get back to my peak level of performance, but I also exceeded it easily. My driving – and my confidence on the track – is literally better than it has ever been.

Low HGH is a killer of life, love, happiness, and careers. Getting my HGH levels back up has given me my life back, and I’m well on my way to being one of the sport's top drivers (and most well-compensated drivers!). My love life, income, reputation, and simple living joy have all gone through the roof!

If what happened to me is happening to you, don’t wait a single day, my friend. Get tested now.

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