After the partial success that was ‘That’s what I call a shite run..’ I have mostly avoided the crushing feelings of having to poo while running and have maybe only had to walk a handful of times to be sure that a fart really was just a fart but the inevitable happened today.
I had to stop and drop.
Thankfully, it was not nearly as traumatic as I’d anticipated and I’m hoping that losing a little of the fear might also lead to fewer occurrences of ‘the urge’.
The glamorous side of running! Oh, and my apologies to the countryside for the unscheduled ‘gift’.