Such big talk about protein powders and special diets for our Commonwealth athletes—vaise, I remember when our local kabaddi player would win on nothing but makki di roti and sarson da saag his mother packed in a steel tiffin. My own grandson wants a fancy imported supplement for his cricket trials, and I tell him: beta, first show me your stamina on my wife's chana paratha and a glass of lassi, then we'll see about all these contamination risks. The real medal is in what keeps you running after fifty, not what the advertisements promise before the race.