I swallowed a bee. Not on purpose. I was out boking and singing along to my current favorite album (the last best concert I went to) and, well, my relationship with bees requires some explaining.
When I was a kid, bees liked to land on my glasses, then climb around to the inside. In between the glass and my eyeball. Have you ever tasted your bravery? Courage? Just whether you could stand really fucking still? Bees like my eye juices okay.
So a bee came at me. Went in my mouth while I was singing on my bike ride. If you can’t sing while you’re exercising, you’re working too hard. I may or may not have been part of a roving band of violent minstrels when I was younger. That’s beside the point. The damn bee I can still feel it on my uvula. Aaaaaa
Then you just found your pace. You should be able to hold a conversation, not sing.
disagreed, but i’m a vocalist. i should be able to sing. normal people should be able to hold a conversation.
also, this is advice i got from a high school running coach who took all of his teams to state and won every year, so are you sure?
I think we’re probably talking about the same threshold rather and disagreeing about semantics
Maybe your coach was teaching just able to sing and what I have trained is just barely unable to sing
if you’re special you’re special though, as you said you’re a vocalist who throats bees 🤷
we were running around town singing so idk. i was never one of the good runners. all the sports teams i’ve been on except soccer i was the mascot. soccer i was the ball.