I've never crapped my pants on a run, but I have had a couple close calls. The first one that comes to mind was about two years ago. It was during a solo morning run. I had eaten an entire bag of brussel sprouts the night before and the urge hit me like a ton of bricks. I really didn't think I was going to make it home in time. I had already accepted the fact that I was going to shit my pants, but that no one would know about it because it was dark out and Paul was still asleep. Miraculously, I made it home before the worst happened. But oh my word, I called it REALLY close.
Last week, I almost shart my pants. I was in my hood, coming up on mile four of an eight miler. I had to fart, but after I farted, I was a little concerned it was more of a shart! You would think I'd be able to tell for sure but it was so cold out and my butt was numb, so I wasn't certain.
I wondered whether I should turn around and head home to check and make sure everything was okay down there, but I was afraid if I did that I wouldn't have time to finish my run before I had to get ready for work. So I committed to finishing my eight miler, even though I knew it was ridiculous. PRIORITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Spoiler alert: I didn't shart! Whew! And I made it to work on time!
Have you ever crapped your pants on a run? Peed? Sharted?
Do you poop a lot?
Was this topic a little too much...?