Today was legs day. I wanted to start off my workout with a bang, so I stretched alittle, and weighed myself. Then I stare down the squat rack. I load up some plates, grab the bar, and lower myself and do afew warm up sets.

Everything is going great, I'm feeling a nice little tingle in my quads.

Then I load up some more weight. Do my second set. Felt great, infact I had the best form for squats than I've ever had before. I'm impressed.

So I load up afew more lbs, and start my third set. I figure I'm only going to do 8 reps. So I start pumping away. Breathing in and out. Clean and controlled. I get to rep 6, and can barely get up....

Rep 7, and I'm starting to struggle, but I make it. I'm fully confident, and want to keep going.

Rep 8, I go down... but don't come back up quickly. I'm struggling. I take a big breath while I'm down, and push up with everything I have...

Nothing. I don't move an inch. Then all of the sudden I do move. I fly up, with the weights behind me. The come tumbling down and crash on the floor. I'm barely able to keep my ballance and stay standing.

Then it happens.

This churning feeling.

Next thing I know I'm running faster than the Flash, because sub conciously I know what's going to happen next. My body races me, not to the water fountain, but more importantly to the garbage can next to it.

Then, out EVERYTHING comes. I thought I threw up everything I've ever eaten, some organs, plus the kitchen sink...


It was so embaressing, yet everyone seemed fine with it. It was almost creepy.

So, I finally joined the "Squat till ya puke" club. I expect my secret decoder ring is in the mail, along with a newsletter.