Hallucinations (Olfactory and otherwise)

The other day at the gym, when I was doing my yoga plank exercises (for those of you who don't know ashtanga from downward dog, it is when you lay on your stomach, put your elbows directly underneath your shoulder blades, and keep your body straight as a board -- nay plank! -- and keep it there. Sounds kinda easy -- I mean it looks like you are stuck half way through a push-up and how hard can that be? Well, if you hold if for a minute, your stomach does get quivery.)

Anyway, there I was, sweat dripping off my nose, and I smelled it. Now usually, the smells in the gym are foul: bad BO coming from the pseudo-homeless guy or the sweaty Neanderthal that thinks that that using anti-perspirant some how makes him less manly. But this time, I distinctly smelled Chef Boyardee Beefaroni. Not only that, but I distinctly smelled that crappy granular Parmesan cheese that comes in the green shaker cans on top of said Beefaroni.

I dropped out of the plank, sat up, and the smell was gone.