To be fair, the fact that I got only 1-1/2 hour sleep Saturday night probably had nothing to do with puking my guts out on Monday.
We had kung fu camp this weekend, aka kung fu boot camp, a 31-hour training session. I carpooled with Laura; on the way back we figured out that actual time spent in training classes was a tad over 50%.
Saturday was a good training day, vigorous and invigorating. Went to bed feeling pretty good around 10pm. Got woken up by screaming black belts banging sticks at 11:30pm. Get up! Get up! Training floor, 5 minutes! In your uniform! MOVE IT! MOVE! LET’S GO!
Yeah yeah. Back on with the sweaty knee brace and the uniform I had laid out beside my sleeping bag. Midnight training in the dark. After … what? half-an-hour? ... only the brown and brown-black belts were left. Our training went on for until 2:45am. The black belts played us like cats with mice.
Toward the end they divided us into two teams to perform forms in synch. We couldn’t go back to bed until we got it right. Laura carried it off, finally, taking her team to victory – which meant my team had to carry her team on our backs back to our cabin.
I lay in bed for the next 3-1/2 hours, listening to the rain, feeling my heart race, counting backwards from 100. In other words, doing everything except falling asleep.
All Sunday I dragged through classes. I don’t do so well on no sleep. I got a short nap after lunch, but it didn’t exactly make up for my missing beauty sleep.
I phoned E on the drive back and asked him to order Thai food that I would pick up on the way home. I had a nice hot bath with epsom salt, then a nice hot meal of my favorite spicy coconut soup and some Pad Thai. Finally I crawled, bruised and sore, into my own soft bed.
Monday morning I woke up feeling like crap. I had a vicious headache and my face looked like the Pillsbury doughboy. I canceled my appointments and went back to bed. I got up later and vomited. I spent the rest of the day sleeping and puking.
E had the Pad Thai but not the soup. E did not wake up puking. The soup went down the disposal.