Wow, this really blew my mind and I have to vent a little bit.

I was telling the ManFriend about the new Polar heartrate monitor that I picked up on ebay, explaining how I planned to go find the biggest hill I could get up and see if I could find my maximum heartrate. He asked how I would know if I hit the max and I said "I'll probably puke or come real close".

He didn't believe me, saying in all his years of athletic experience with baseball, basketball, etc (which, gentle reader, keep in mind that these years all took place in High School which was nearly two decades ago!) that he'd never seen anyone puke from overexertion. "Never ever?" I asked. Nope, never. I informed him that I'd seen it plenty of times with sports like swimming, cycling, and running. He finally started to acknowledge the remote possibility that this could exist when I did a quick google search terms like on "vasovagal reflex" "heart rate puking" "overexertion vomiting" and brought back thousands of results.

And here's the kicker... then he went on to say that he's a real athlete and he knows about these things. I asked him "don't you think I'm a real athlete?" and he said "No, not really". Um, hello? Last summer I did numerous centuries and a double-century, and the summer before that I went on a 500 mile backpacking trip.

I mean, WTF?!?!?! I'm not sure whether to feel upset or just laugh at him for being such an idiot.

Gals, do your traditional-manly-sport-loving partners also pull this kind of crap on you?