I have trained my body to arise before life begins at 5:30am to get to class.
I have built sixteen gallons of water into my daily routine to combat dehydration.
But this morning, on that blasted bike, I encountered something that I never could have prepared for. Something that destroyed my workout and left me questioning my very existence. Something that emerged amid peddling and brought tears to my eyes.
What was it?
Mid-workout salsa burps.