Pizza Was a Bad Choice

By chandlerdelinks

August 16, 2011 Comments

I am out of shape. I am trying to get in shape. This means I have to do intervals Janda Ricci-Munn gives me.

I started “training” last week, but it was easy stuff. “Base Training” Janda called it. Basically, it was riding around on the Road Bike or Mountain Bike all week. A few easy intervals were mixed in.

Today, however, was the start of a new week and today featured something called an “Anaerobic Capacity MASH Sprint Set.”

To explain: 10 sprints, starting at 14-16 mph in your biggest gear. You go as hard and as fast as you can for 30 seconds. Pffft. 30 seconds? Add in the choice of 5-6 minutes recovery between sprints and this looked like a workout tailored to my likings.

Janda suggested doing the workout with someone, so you can “Really push one another.”

Naturally, I called one of the strongest people I know, Brian Wilichoski.

Brian accepted my invitation and went on to confirm what I suspected about this workout; it was easy.

I should have gone alone.

One hour before the ride I ate two pieces of cold pizza. Dee-lish-us.

Stupid effing a-hole.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, I warmed up for 30 minutes and I did an “opener.” The legs felt great, but soon after the completion of this 15 second effort I started to feel hot in the ears.

I told myself it was due to the recent appearance of the sun and rising temperatures.

I did another opener.

It was pretty clear that if I were to do many more of these, I was going to vomit. I let out a gigantic belch. The air of the belch tasted like pizza. I cursed.

Two more openers and a few minutes recovery later, it was time for these 30 second MASH sprints. I didn’t want to do them, but as Janda has told me (many times because I am a coach’s worst nightmare) CONSISTENCY is the key, Chan.

Dammit.

I was feeling pretty nauseous still. It would pass. Would it?

After two of the intervals I dry-heaved on Route 133 in Essex, MA, near a golf course.

After the third interval, my eyes felt strangely heavy and I felt horribly tired. I wanted to lay down on the street. My arms felt weak. To be honest, the last time I felt this way was after I ate a tainted burger at the Watkins Glen Nascar race for my Bachelor’s Party. That was ugly.

After two more intervals I dry-heaved near a hospital and I thought about going into said hospital for a stomach pumping and IV. Then I caught sight of Wilichoski laughing at me, and then I puked pizza all over the place.

I hinted to Wilichoski that if I were to continue to feel this way, I was taking a hard left into a tree, I mean, home.

He said, “No.”

So I finished all the intervals and I felt good about myself, as Wilichoski had said I would.

Lesson: If you puke during your forth or fifth interval, it’s most likely becuase the weather had been cold and rainy all day and then 30 minutes into your ride the sun came out and immediately raised the temperature and changed the Barometric pressure and your body wasn’t able to adapt quickly enough.