I'm proud to say that half of my brunch now a resident of the North Peace Leisure Pool's plumbing system.
Fairly stupid of me today. I did eat my food within the advised "hour" before any physical activity. When I went swimming today an ex-swim club member was there and swam in the same lane as I. I was pretty responsible to keep my brunch down, when I felt a slight twinge in my stomach, such as my food swimming in the top half of my tum-tum I decided to just relax and do some kick. But course damn my competitive spirit.
Although I do have to blame more for me trying to encourage my friend to do 25m of freestyle 'kick' within 18 seconds. He raced me for a 25m length and I said ok since I felt fine. As he soundly left me in his wake, he father wanted him to do the 25 in 18 seconds, and he was kinda whiny about it, wanting more rest. I "encouraged" him, saying that if I race him, do an 18. So we raced again, after like 15 seconds of rest, he beated me even worse this time, almost half a length as I slowly came to the wall. Damn my good deed.
After you do something strenuous that will cause you to projectile hurl, your body doesn't register right away. I think it's merely waiting for you to think you're alright until it just releases the queasiness. Almost a way to teach you a lesson, smart teacher.
I did another length in order to warm down, but it was more like warm up. I got up to get a drink of water....but then I just knew I was going to flush myself from my "food-goes-in" hole. I think it was when I was sitting on the ledge of the pool and flopped my foot onto the deck. I hobbled to the change rooms.
I don't know why when the sight of the porcelain goddess made me instantly kneel and worship it with my liquid brunch sacrafice. I think that's why they call it a god/goddess since it has such knee bending power to envoke vomit to it's "church-and-holy-water-basin" in one. Gladly I manage to close the door most of the way while my *huh--guhhhhh*-ing echoed around in the handicap/personal changeroom. Eating soup today seemed good since it felt so easy travelling up esophagus at speeds enough to get you to Taylor in 20 minutes by car. Besides it looked oh so pretty when it splatter spread eagle all around the bowl.
Some kid looked at me funny as I walked out, but I didn't care cause I was pretty euphoric by my Sunday worship.
Well it wasn't all that bad, at least I got out of swimming a bit early.
Fairly stupid of me today. I did eat my food within the advised "hour" before any physical activity. When I went swimming today an ex-swim club member was there and swam in the same lane as I. I was pretty responsible to keep my brunch down, when I felt a slight twinge in my stomach, such as my food swimming in the top half of my tum-tum I decided to just relax and do some kick. But course damn my competitive spirit.
Although I do have to blame more for me trying to encourage my friend to do 25m of freestyle 'kick' within 18 seconds. He raced me for a 25m length and I said ok since I felt fine. As he soundly left me in his wake, he father wanted him to do the 25 in 18 seconds, and he was kinda whiny about it, wanting more rest. I "encouraged" him, saying that if I race him, do an 18. So we raced again, after like 15 seconds of rest, he beated me even worse this time, almost half a length as I slowly came to the wall. Damn my good deed.
After you do something strenuous that will cause you to projectile hurl, your body doesn't register right away. I think it's merely waiting for you to think you're alright until it just releases the queasiness. Almost a way to teach you a lesson, smart teacher.
I did another length in order to warm down, but it was more like warm up. I got up to get a drink of water....but then I just knew I was going to flush myself from my "food-goes-in" hole. I think it was when I was sitting on the ledge of the pool and flopped my foot onto the deck. I hobbled to the change rooms.
I don't know why when the sight of the porcelain goddess made me instantly kneel and worship it with my liquid brunch sacrafice. I think that's why they call it a god/goddess since it has such knee bending power to envoke vomit to it's "church-and-holy-water-basin" in one. Gladly I manage to close the door most of the way while my *huh--guhhhhh*-ing echoed around in the handicap/personal changeroom. Eating soup today seemed good since it felt so easy travelling up esophagus at speeds enough to get you to Taylor in 20 minutes by car. Besides it looked oh so pretty when it splatter spread eagle all around the bowl.
Some kid looked at me funny as I walked out, but I didn't care cause I was pretty euphoric by my Sunday worship.
Well it wasn't all that bad, at least I got out of swimming a bit early.
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