Or maybe vog is bad. Or donuts and too much coffee too late in the afternoon, combined with sprints on the Ala Wai on a day where the vog is so thick that the air seems to shimmer, is bad.
The upshot is that I upchucked in practice yesterday. We were doing time trials. I felt fine going in. The first 1/4 mile sprint, and it was like I was smoking again. I just couldn't get a full breath. After the 1/2 mile sprint, I tossed a little. I tried to make it subtle; I just leaned out close to the water and made like I was spitting. Only Geoff noticed.
Then I realized it was all going to come out.
Made it through the next two mile sprints, and then I had to wimp out and tell the coach. I wasn't even sick, is the funny thing. It was just, my body wanted those donuts out.
Lesson learned. No Donuts before Sprints.
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2 comments:
why is it all of this fun stuff happens while I'm away on the mainland? AH :)
Nah, I was very subtle about it all (I hope). No projectile vomiting, just a bit of delicate purging. Most didn't even notice until I had to raise my hand and say "Coach ... I'm not feeling so well."
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