April 20th, 2011
There are certain moments in my life where I am very thankful that I have a place to share some of my experiences and know that you all understand and can laugh with me and not at me. You know, like whenever I lock myself out of the house twice in one day.
Tonight I had one of those moments on my run.
Dave and I set off on a run and around 3 miles, Dave went home and I continued one to the trail. I was planning to do six miles. My house is Exactly one mile from the trail, but I didn’t hit the three mile mark right at my house, so I knew that I needed to do some math to figure out how far I had to run on the trail.
My math was off. I was about 4.5 miles in before I realized that I set myself for a 7 mile run instead of 6 mile run. No biggie. I was feeling excellent. I was running an easy pace (about 9 min/mile) and felt like I could run forever. However, the Pens game started at 7, so I didn’t want to run any further than 7 miles. So basically, a little past the 1 mile mark on the trail, I turned back. That would put me home at 7 miles.
Well, right after I turned around, I HAD TO GO TO THE BATHROOM.
I was 2 over miles from my nice, clean bathroom at home and 1 mile from the nearest port-a-potty. I figured I would walk for a little, let it pass, then run some more. I was feeling so good that I was terribly disappointed and wasn’t ready to throw in the towel.
Well, life rarely goes as planned and I couldn’t even run 1/10th of a mile without having to stop. I ended up walking the entire mile to the port-a-potty. I was just praying that 1) I could make it and 2) that it wasn’t terribly disgusting.
I did think about stopping to take advantage of nature, but I didn’t have toilet paper. In the past I have used my socks in worst case scenarios, but I was wearing my $8 UnderArmour socks. $8 socks are hard enough to justify; $8 one-time-use toilet paper is out of the question. Even in the face of the dreaded runner’s gut.
Well, I made it. Thankfully the port-a-potty wasn’t disgusting. And thankfully there were two full rolls of toilet paper…
THAT WERE SOAKED WITH RAIN WATER.
What did I do?? I laughed. I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I made a huge mess of those TP rolls, but the good news is that that was the only mess. I could have been much worse.
And as soon as I came home I showered, seeing that I was a little concerned about picking up some parasite from that little episode.
What have I learned? Well, I always carry TP on my long runs, but apparently I need to carry it for every run…or at least on days when I don’t wear cheap socks.