Well fuck.. even the priest has a drink or two a day. I don't know about the monks or the cunting habits. Yeah, them their priests, they water their Italian wine down too. Fucking bisches. But yeah, unless I was very focused on training or getting ready for competition I have always had a social life where some drinking was in there. To this day I have a couple drinks with my wife every Friday night and some Saturdays unless I am focused on diet and training. It effects training definitely and obviously, even a drink or two. On the other hand depends on the drink and where it comes from. i like wine. If I am in the mediterainian or some other areas of Europe the wine/beer is so pure it has almost no impact. 10 years ago when living in Europe I would work all day, get home, cook dinner, have 1/2 a bottle of custoza white wine, take a nap and then go out for a run and go to the gym. A big part of the problem is the preservatives and other ingredients in the beverage that are detrimental. I am talking about fermented spirits and not distilled. Historically, feremnted beverages have been a mainstay and an important part of nutrition and diet in many many cultures. Alcohol and other fermentation products have been in lock step with humans since there were humans. We are adapted. Now come to the last century and we have all the other shit that does in the bottle with the fermented substance. It's a shame really. i try to stick to italian wine. If I can, I import from certain vinyards and I have a stor owner that will order certain ones for me and import through NJ. It's all in how you do it and what you drink and who you drink with and why you are drinking. The DEVIL is in the details. I always had some in my life even when I was ranked 3rd in the country in Judo in the 86 kg class whilst working 2 jobs and going to university full time. Then again, I am not typical... and now I am an old man in a different place enjoying a glass of wine or two with my wife of 40 years on a Friday night listening to her same old complaints, trying not to roll my eyes and remembering all that we went through on our journey to that bottle of Pinot Grigio.