Burning My Travels Clean

My life hit an all time low today.  Ok that's a bit dramatic, but I assure you that at one point during this 24 hour period I was in a very unpleasant situation.  It started like this.  I woke up at 6:30 for my daily weightlifting routine, but not by choice mind you, but instead for the crazy schedule proposed by the sheer insanity that is college football and it's equally insane coaches.  The schedule was as follows: hang clean progressions, box jumps, pull ups, bench, uneven med ball pushups, tricep pulldowns, curls, broad jumps, db split jerks, abs, and then the usual 15 minute cardio cool down (I almost always skip this :)  That list was needless; I'm sure you couldn't care less.  Anyways, after the longest hour+ of my life, I was on the final facet of my workout, the lower back and abs section, when suddenly I was struck with the unsurprisingly crappy urge to regurgitate.  I ran out of the weight room and into the locker room to the nearest toilet and discontinued my natural resistance to hold it in and instead, I pushed it out.  It's not as simple as that though, see, as stated previously, it was 6fuckin30 and therefore I had not eaten anything.  So, if the dots are connected they eventually form the exceptionally shit-tay picture of me dry heaving.  Ouch.  As if 6:30 wasn't early enough, and my workout wasn't hard enough, I just had to throw up to make it that much worse?  Then after these shenanigans were all said and done, I got to reward myself with chalky, clumped up, foamy, tear jerkingly disgusting protein powder who's chocolate flavor is insipid as a rice cracker but still somehow manages to taste like straight turds (and no I don't actually know what turds taste like.  I don't eat poop shit head).  What a strange paradox this all is; every bone in my body completely despises this game, but every neuron in brain absolutely loves it.  Thats not fair brain/body!  Why do you guys have to do this to me!