When I work out with my husband

It's a little like this

The vomit chronicles, Part 1.

When you know regurgitation is about to take place,

the way to the bathroom/grass/side of the street is like

Seconds before I'm like

After the fact I'm like

Meanwhile my mother's like

And my husband cheers for me (YES, for vomiting), so I'm like

Clearly it's almost a religious experience.