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Once outside, the smell hit me, and I realized I should have just thrown up into the bucket without reservation; that’s what it was for! I knelt down outside to catch my breath and just spit into the bucket to get the taste out of my mouth. I needed that cool breeze on my face, something that a millionaire would give their fortune for at that point. After a good thirty seconds, I heard Scott inside asking “Where’s Chris? Did anyone see Chris?” followed by muffled sounds.

Seconds later, Scott came out to check on me. I told him I threw up a little but was coming right back in. Just like triage, once he comprehended that I was okay, he then asked, “Let me see it” and I met him with a bewildered look, “See what?” “The puke; let’s see it. How much did you puke?” It took me a few seconds to realize he was serious, and I explained what had happened, and he chuckled and told me to take my time.

I ran in almost right after him to my next station which involved squat jumps with the Olympic bar. I found my groove again and went hard at it, surprisingly almost fully charged to keep going. I put the vomiting incident out of my mind and figured that I had some making up to do.