There's me on the left.
Despite my fears and worries of not being ready for the upcoming bicycle ride, I am now confident and looking forward to the ride. On Friday, I went on a 94 mile ride that left a good amount of salt on my face afterwards. The most enjoyable portion of that workout was vomiting on myself. In a fierce attempt to cough out one of the many insects I ingested that day, I simply coughed a little too hard, sparking a nice gag reflex with a load of pink goo wholesome with chunks to follow it. Afterwards, I rode in shame and disgust.