Two hours later I landed on the floor by toilet at the last possible moment, my body convulsing as I was finally able to heave into the toilet bowl. Sweat dripped down my face and back as I gagged and vomited everything I'd consumed so far that day. Taking a shaky breath between each hurl, I felt my bun slip forward as I ducked further into the toilet.
Alright, I might have over done it a bit...
I'd started off slow but after about an hour of consistently going at the same pace I deduced that I was okay to push myself a bit further, but then a bit further became a lot further. And further and further until by the time I hit the second hour mark I was spent.
Getting off the machine with laboured breath and shaky legs, I finished off my water bottle with one final chug—the last swallow be
