May - June 2005 Event Calendar - Michigan Runner
May - June 2005 Event Calendar - Michigan Runner
May - June 2005 Event Calendar - Michigan Runner
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By Becca Putans<br />
Running Your Guts Out<br />
Ihaven’t thrown up due to being sick in a<br />
couple years, yet I puke more than once<br />
— as the result of a healthy activity —<br />
each fall.<br />
Most people wouldn’t take part in a<br />
s p o rt which presents a good chance you’ll<br />
t h row up everything you have eaten. Ye t<br />
t h e re I am, part of my school’s cross count<br />
ry team, doing what most people think is<br />
impossible every day, through the puke<br />
and all.<br />
The first time this happened was in<br />
eighth grade. My excitement about ru n-<br />
ning in my first meet left my system<br />
a round one mile. With it came toaster<br />
s t rudel and enough stomach acid to power<br />
all the car batteries in Luxembourg. It<br />
came up in bucketfuls through my mouth,<br />
and went out my nose. In case you’re curious,<br />
yes, that hurt s .<br />
Poor Coach Stevens. He was standing by<br />
the mile mark getting split times when it all<br />
went down — or up, depending on how you<br />
look at it. “It’s OK, just take it easy and finsih<br />
strong,” he told me while yellow bile<br />
dripped down my face and jersey. All I could<br />
think of was half a mile more, just a halfmile<br />
more.<br />
Fast-forward to the following Monday. I<br />
was in Coach Antel’s class and, as<br />
usual, he was telling us about the last<br />
weekend’s meet. He referred to my digestive<br />
pyrotechnics as a “technicolor yawn.” I<br />
learned quite a few ways to refer to throwing<br />
up that year.<br />
A few weeks later we ran at the Holly<br />
Invitational. This was our school’s first<br />
appearance there, and my body decided to<br />
leave its mark. The other runners may have<br />
felt sorry for me, throwing up and still having<br />
to run; but I felt sorry for them, having<br />
to keep running after watching the insides of<br />
someone’s stomach come up as if it were natural<br />
as lightning. Really, hurling isn’t natural.<br />
The Holly incident pales in comparison<br />
to what happened at Riverside Park. For<br />
some reason unbeknownst to me now, but<br />
hindsight is 20/20, I ate an apple a couple<br />
hours before I ran. Big mistake.<br />
Apples are great going down: juicy,<br />
crunchy, with big, delicious slices. They came<br />
back up that way as well. I crossed the line,<br />
went through the chute, and there it came.<br />
What made this the best incident of my freshman<br />
year is that one chunk took on a life of<br />
its own and choked me. I hope something<br />
rotten happened to that apple.<br />
Apple cinnamon Nutri-Grain granola<br />
bars were the bane of my existence my sophomore<br />
year. They passed through my throat<br />
twice three separate times.<br />
Benzie Central was the first recipient of<br />
this all-natural gift. I had run well until the<br />
finish line. Consider this line: it disguises<br />
itself as something so magnificent you yearn<br />
for it. But actually it’s a devil. If you haven’t<br />
already thrown up somewhere else on the<br />
course, it will happen there. The people who<br />
work the chute do not get paid enough, considering<br />
they don’t get paid.<br />
The finish line again taunted me at Bath.<br />
The chute was once again where I lost it.<br />
During this episode I stepped in puke from<br />
the girl in front of me. Not only did I have<br />
bile, which was cinnamon fresh, on my face<br />
and jersey, I had two people’s puke on my<br />
shoes.<br />
M I C H I G A N R U N N E R<br />
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