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’.
Confessions of a chubby ultra runner 
Hahaha! Just giving back to the earth
Mine happened last July, it was horrible, I cried during and for about an hour afterwards (more because of how awful I felt rather than the actual act itself) and I hope it never happens again. I blame the iron tablets!
I hope it doesn’t either but I guess I will just have to cope if it does. One of the great attractions of Glenmore – the ability to visit the portaloo as frequently as every four miles if need be 😀
Happens to us all….at least now you’re ‘experienced’. X