Let me tell you all a story about the last time I ate an apple while hiking...
For a boost of energy I ate this beautiful looking green apple. It was glistening in the sun wanting to get bitten. As I bit into it the sweet juice ran down my lips, in seconds it was inside me. Nourishing my body.
Running up the hill of Rancho Oso pushing my body, thrusting my legs to keep going. Sweat encompasses my skin. *The feel of the breeze, the smell of the trees under my brow. I'm hoping I can be home right now.
I get to the top I feel this force inside me like a punch to the gut. I'm realizing "shit, this is not good, I'm fucked, I'm so fucked." The force got stronger with every passing minute. The dark horses of the apocalypse are on their way out. As I'm trying to hold them back more sweat fills my skin. The pain subsides momentarily. I run. I run my ass of down the mountain. Jumping over trees, dodging lizards, and slipping on a sharp corner. Five minutes later I fight to keep the apocalypse from happening for a few seconds. Pain subsides once again, this happens six more times, I'm losing the battle. I see the bathrooms wishing, praying, pleading with all Gods there's no one in them.
I get my wish. No chance to get my belt off. I ripped it off of my hips with stunning force. Needless to say, it was unbelievable. The apple has made a fool out of me.
Moral of the story, always be prepared. That was the last time I ate an apple before any activity in the wild.
*Line from Yukon Blonde "Stairway"