Be the Hunter, Not the Hunted

Whistle hills up airport today... It was interesting. I had breakfast at ISU and drove back home and barely made it in time for practice. The workout was 3 sets of whistle hills. First 2 sets at 15sec, 20 sec, 25 sec, and the last set at 30,35,40. I was able to stay towards the middle front of the pack up until the second to last rep. I had been slowly starting to feel more and more lightheaded and not able to see super well, but I just kind of brushed it off and pushed through. While we were jogging back down the hill to do our last rep I was forced against my will to the side of the road where I proceeded to throw up some of my breakfast (I hadn't had lunch and breakfast was 4.5 hrs earlier so I thought it'd be fine...). After I was done, I did the last rep on my own, and kneeled down on the road at the top because there was no was I was going to stand. I again threw up, 4 more times as I slowly made my way down the hill, to be exact. Guppy was kind enough to let me go to her house which was close and she and her mom set me up with an ice pack for my head, Gatorade, and an electrolyte pill. 15ish minutes later I was able to stand and I felt a little better. Probably the electrolytes and hydration. I'm going to start drinking salt drinks again to keep those sodium levels normal. Shoutout to Guppy, Momma Struthers, and everyone who did the workout. Good times.