Choc-o-Challenge

A little background for this one: my high school cross country team had all kinds of weird rituals. The guys team would get together every year and sleep in tents and eat #10 cans of beans pried open with pocketknives. The girls team would go "partycarring" by driving through our small town with the windows down and the music up, screaming random stuff like "Your mom is awesome!" to any bystanders. Both teams also engaged in an annual tradition of TPing (that's toilet papering for those out of the loop) teammates of the other gender. We had many traditions and one of them was a "Choc-o-Challenge." The guys team started this; it might have been my bro that started this one. Anyway, they would buy gallons of chocolate beverage and have a contest to see who could drink the gallon the fastest without throwing up. My BYU cross country teammate and roommate, Mooner, came to Ohio to visit for a week in the summer. We decided to have our own version of the Choc-o-Challenge.

June 17, 2002: Marissa, Mooner, and I participated in drinking a 1/2-gallon of chocolate milk in 1-1/2 hours or less. We had a few people come over. Then we chugged the chocolate milk. I don't even like chocolate milk, so it was difficult. Marissa chugged about 3/4 of it, then hit the wall. She threw up; we had buckets ready. Then Mooner threw up next at abbout the 3/4 mark. She threw up everything. She had a gallon bucket and by the time she was done, it was half full. Mooner got the quantity award. I was last to finish, but I got the award for keeping it all down. I tried to throw up. I jumped on the trampoline, played dizzystick, hung upside down for awhile, pushed my stomach in, smelled chocolate milk (eww), stared into the toilet - everything. I've felt real fat since.