The workout at the gym today was another repeated sprint that gave us all ample opportunity to see our lunches again. I made the mistake of thinking that we weren’t going to do what I surreptitiously saw on the board yesterday.

Because of my disbelief, I went to an Ethiopian restaurant for lunch and my mistake made itself clear about 5pm. I’m not sure how but the lamb stew converted itself directly into a gaseous state but I even has to excuse myself and step outside a few times due to “the vapours.” Rowing was made more difficult when I didn’t want to overengage my core and possibly explode my abdomen in some horrific fashion.

I think I kept any outgassing that under control during the workout but I did notice a burning in the back of my throat like my lunch had gotten very close to making a reappearance. Our gym doesn’t encourage that level of exertion, though, and I appreciate that. Not only don’t I want to make myself sick, I’m usually the guy who mops the floor after the workouts.

The other problem I have is that now I don’t feel like passing out after a hard workout. It actually keeps me up later than I should be and I pay for it the next day at work. At least staying up gives me a chance to do some more reading.

So I think typing this into my iPhone has led to TMI. Maybe next time I’ll make sure I write on a screen where I can see more than a twitter postings worth of words.