So, I go to swim practice at 5:3am, endure coaching, head to my classroom. The continual burps were constant reminders that all was well within my body. I continued to endure. As the day progress, I found myself sitting more, not wanting to move. Definitely not the way I like to teach. The burps continued.
Then I make it to the end of the day. My cross fit workout was definitely going to have to take a break for the day. I made it to the tech seminar I was to teach right after school and again, I taught the class from my rear. Midway through the seminar, I made a mandatory bathroom break and beelined to the bathroom. I knew what was coming. And then it did. My taco. I made my way back to the classoom and canceled the rest of class. My friend John who was attending asked me, "you just went and threw up didn't you." "Oh yes was my response."
For the rest of the evening nothing would stay down. The curse of the taco wreaked havoc upon my system and reminded me why eating fast food at nine at night, especially a chicken taco, is probably not a good idea. While my enjoyment of such tacos remains, my desire for one does not.