When I work out I normally don't make it a habit to push myself anywhere near the puke threshold. I like to stay well below it, pushing myself hard enough, but not the point where I toss my cookies everywhere.

I've heard stories of people yakking during CrossFit classes, but I've never once felt even close to that in class. Yes, we work hard, but that doesn't mean it results in a bunch of people puking all over the gym. (That would just leave a lot of gross clean up.)

Last night though, I was pushed right to the verge of the puke threshold, where I could sort of feel the bile rising in the back of my throat.



The Sweat part of the class was three 500 meter sprints on the rower. Ewww.

I knew this workout would suck. I did not know it would almost make me ill.

I got through the first sprint fine. Finished in 2:02, not fast, but not horribly slow (kind of like my running).

Tackled the second sprint, finished in 2:03 and then felt my stomach get kind of unsettled. I took a beat to catch my breath. Chilled on the rower until I could pull myself together and calm my stomach.

Then tackled the third sprint in 2:05 and felt like death afterward. Not pukey death. The stomach stuff went away after the second interval, but I pretty much wanted to collapse on the ground and never move again after that last sprint.

My quads were on fire. I was gasping for air. Sweat was pouring down my face.

Rowing just straight up sucks. It's a killer workout and I know it's making me stronger and all, but it just plain sucks, especially when it makes me feel like I might puke.