Long- time reader of this thread, but never had reason to contribute. Until today.
Raced a 70.3 last Sunday, so enjoying three days off before going back to work. Rest day Monday, 60-min ride yesterday, and had in mind a quick 5km run today.
Up early to get kids to school, back to my routine of All-Bran for breakfast - usually 3-4 mornings a week to keep me regular. Anyhow, had a lazy morning, but felt good to get the run before lunch.
Some early rumblings, but was only going to be 25mins, so felt I'd be able to push through. However, then followed a series of catastrophic decisions that led to my downfall. After about 3.8km, I actually run back past my house as well as some public toilets, but as I still felt okay I chose not to use them.
After passing my house there is a short loop that I can do - I had originally decided to do a couple of these to get to 5km as it would always keep me within 0.3km the public toilets. But halfway through the loop, instead of turning back, I decided to push on, but this would take me over 1km from the public toilets. I turned for the last time, and had just 1km to go, but the bowels started to loosen.
I pushed on thinking I would survive, but with 0.75km to go, I realized that I wasn't going to make it and I saw a side road up ahead, where I could squat and release. But 100m before the side road, all hell broke loose. I was wearing tri-shorts and they were instantly filled up and overflowing down my legs. There was a lot of it - bran-filled, which increased the volume and the viscosity. A couple of cars passed me - I didn't look to see whether they noticed.
I made it to the side road and cleaned up as best I could, but without flowing water, it was futile. I had 0.5km to go, so I pulled up my still-soiled shorts and performed a 'sprint of shame'. I passed a bus stop with 2 people, but crossed the street and didn't look back. Then I passed an outdoor restaurant, which although I gave a wide berth to, I'm sure the smell lingered. I dived into my front yard, closed the gates, stripped off and hosed myself down, half-naked.
My wife was home but hadn't noticed what I was doing in the garden. Fortunately I had left the front door on the latch, so I sneaked in and headed to the shower before she noticed. My hosed-down shoes, socks and shorts are still in the garden, and I know that I have to handle those before I can put this sordid episode behind me.
I now see it as a bunch of missed opportunities to do the right thing. I am also certain that I would prefer squatting behind a bush and having a slightly sore arse, than going through that again.
My race site: https://racesandplaces.wixsite.com/racesandplaces
Raced a 70.3 last Sunday, so enjoying three days off before going back to work. Rest day Monday, 60-min ride yesterday, and had in mind a quick 5km run today.
Up early to get kids to school, back to my routine of All-Bran for breakfast - usually 3-4 mornings a week to keep me regular. Anyhow, had a lazy morning, but felt good to get the run before lunch.
Some early rumblings, but was only going to be 25mins, so felt I'd be able to push through. However, then followed a series of catastrophic decisions that led to my downfall. After about 3.8km, I actually run back past my house as well as some public toilets, but as I still felt okay I chose not to use them.
After passing my house there is a short loop that I can do - I had originally decided to do a couple of these to get to 5km as it would always keep me within 0.3km the public toilets. But halfway through the loop, instead of turning back, I decided to push on, but this would take me over 1km from the public toilets. I turned for the last time, and had just 1km to go, but the bowels started to loosen.
I pushed on thinking I would survive, but with 0.75km to go, I realized that I wasn't going to make it and I saw a side road up ahead, where I could squat and release. But 100m before the side road, all hell broke loose. I was wearing tri-shorts and they were instantly filled up and overflowing down my legs. There was a lot of it - bran-filled, which increased the volume and the viscosity. A couple of cars passed me - I didn't look to see whether they noticed.
I made it to the side road and cleaned up as best I could, but without flowing water, it was futile. I had 0.5km to go, so I pulled up my still-soiled shorts and performed a 'sprint of shame'. I passed a bus stop with 2 people, but crossed the street and didn't look back. Then I passed an outdoor restaurant, which although I gave a wide berth to, I'm sure the smell lingered. I dived into my front yard, closed the gates, stripped off and hosed myself down, half-naked.
My wife was home but hadn't noticed what I was doing in the garden. Fortunately I had left the front door on the latch, so I sneaked in and headed to the shower before she noticed. My hosed-down shoes, socks and shorts are still in the garden, and I know that I have to handle those before I can put this sordid episode behind me.
I now see it as a bunch of missed opportunities to do the right thing. I am also certain that I would prefer squatting behind a bush and having a slightly sore arse, than going through that again.
My race site: https://racesandplaces.wixsite.com/racesandplaces