I have never attempted the cinnamon
challenge. In fact, I have never had any desire to attempt this viral internet
challenge, which entails eating a heaping tablespoon of cinnamon without water
in less than 60 seconds. My knowledge of the burning sensation and the
absorbent, drying effects that accompany high quantities of cinnamon were
enough to deter me from attempting the challenge alone. That perspective was
only reinforced when I encountered reports of the challenge causing severe
medical problems for some as a result of the caustic nature of inhaled cinnamon
powder. Prior to my “I have never...” year, taking on the cinnamon challenge
simply wasn’t a risk I wanted to take, and I was quite confident that would
remain the case even as I started my journey.
That stated, today’s “I have never...”
blog entry makes it apparent something changed that perspective. My encounter
with the cinnamon challenge actually began several months ago when a co-worker
of mine, Keeth, encouraged me to make the cinnamon challenge a part of my “I
have never...” year. Sticking to my underlying goal of taking on new
experiences that have a meaningful impact or help me learn and grow, I told him
I was trying to avoid stunts of that nature didn’t really fit my objectives for
the year. Continuing, I told him I that meant the cinnamon challenge wasn’t
likely to make my list of new experiences. As far as I was concerned that
decision was set in stone; until Keeth said one final remark. “Yeah, I get it.
I hear it’s really tough to do anyway. It’s not likely you would make it... but
it would be funny to watch!”
Although it certainly wasn’t his intent, Keeth’s
passing remark gave me the push needed to convince me to take on the cinnamon
challenge. My stubbornness getting the best of me, his comment about the
unlikely nature of my success stirred in me a desire to prove him wrong. I
didn’t disagree with his assessment given the very limited number of people
that have been able to complete the challenge, but I wasn’t about to be written
off without trying. As a result, I reluctantly added attempting the cinnamon
challenge to my “I have never...” list, figuring it would make its appearance
some point during the winter months of my year of new experiences.
At first, I never anticipated my first
attempt at the cinnamon challenge would coincide with New Year’s Eve; however
the holiday’s coinciding with a Tasty Tuesday in my journey and a flurry of
plans for the night required me to come up with a quick and easy “I have
never...” event for today. As a result, I set aside time to attempt the
cinnamon challenge this evening before Rachael and I prepared to hit the town
for a night of fun and celebration. With a little preparation, that plan
resulted in me sitting at my dining room table with a stopwatch, a small plate,
a spoon, and a container of ground cinnamon before I fully had time to process
the ridiculous feat I was about to undertake. Despite the risks, the
discomfort, and the mess that would undoubtedly come from the experience, I was
about to take on the cinnamon challenge.
Prepping |
Here it goes... |
The sensations of burning and dryness
immediately made their presence known as the cinnamon came into contact with my
mouth. Coating every surface it came in contact with, the cinnamon sapped every
bit of moisture around it, which induced an involuntary desire to cough. Doing
my best to maintain control, I suppressed the action and began moving the
cinnamon around in my mouth. In an effort to manage the pain from the burning,
I quickly reminded myself of the agony that came with eating a ghost pepper. In
comparison, the burning sensation caused by the cinnamon was incredibly mild,
which helped me force through the discomfort and continue my progress toward
downing the spice.
To my surprise, I was making good progress
at mixing the cinnamon into a paste, but the continued discovery of dry pockets
of the powder caused me to continue rolling the cinnamon around my mouth.
Eventually, that led me to begin contemplating my ability to swallow the
mixture and end the challenge; however, my desire to ensure there was no risk
of me breathing remaining bits of powder caused me to hesitate. After a few
final rolls of the cinnamon in my mouth, I was satisfied it was ready to
swallow, which caused me to take one big gulp.
As the burning mix of cinnamon and saliva
crept down my throat, I raised my hand in assumed victory. In what felt like
only a matter of seconds, I had taken down a spoon full of cinnamon with little
ill effect. Excited by the outcome, I took a quick look at the nearby clock to
check the duration of my effort and confirm my success. To my dismay, my
cautious approach resulted in me taking 70 seconds to complete the task.
Despite the fact I had worked past the burning, the gag-inducing dryness, and
the remarkable adhesiveness of the cinnamon, I missed my target by 10 seconds.
I had failed to complete the cinnamon challenge.
Defeated, I moved to my living room and
took a seat on the couch. In a state of disbelief, I looked through the video
of the effort in hopes I had miscalculated the time, but the video only served
to support my earlier conclusion. I quickly worked back through the series of
events during the challenge that led to my results, pinpoint where I could have
gone faster or done better, but I stopped myself in that effort after only a
few moments. Although I didn’t make the 60 second goal, I thought about the
fact that I managed to tackle a task most people can’t handle for more than a
few seconds before coughing out a cloud of cinnamon. I had the resolve and
control to work through the discomfort and the pain to take down a spoonful of
cinnamon without any assistance, which is more than can be said by most that
have tried. Sure, I failed to meet one part of the challenge, but I didn’t go
down in a ball of flames. I wasn’t defeated. I had emerged no worse for wear,
and considering the risks, I chalk that up as a victory of its own nature.
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