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I've done it countless times. Usually it's in the spring, but really anytime I go out super hard after an extended period of inactivity. In fact it happened a little bit at the last
CX practice race. I'm going, pushing, legs screaming, lungs burning, heart beating so fast and hard it's about to break through my ribcage. And then you begin unpacking the
Belgian Lunch Box... That's when you throw up from riding so hard. It could be the post time trial-I left everything out on the road-spew of all the contents of your stomach. Or it could be the sip of water/energy drink coming back up a little after a sprint. In my case I was pushing it extra hard on the first lap trying to keep up with Matt and
Charly. That was a mistake. Once we went thru the sand pit and hit the long stretch of grass, a bit of
sushi tasting water came up in my mouth. Luckily I had eaten lunch a long time ago, so I didn't lose it this time. I did ease off and tried to recover a bit. Lost a couple more places to Nate and Brian before feeling strong enough to make up a little ground and catch, but not pass, Nate at the end. Good times.
Anyway, if you've never heard the term Belgian Lunch Box before, that's because it's new. I first saw it on the Twitters a month or so ago, and like the image it brings up.
Do you have a story of unpacking a Belgian Lunch Box? Or how about a photo of a pro (or any schmo on a bike) unpacking one?
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