Today was one of those days where I had to make the decision between running and getting to a bathroom quicker or walking and hoping that I didn't crap myself in public.
Mile 1.7: "Kelly, I need to walk a little. My stomach is upset."
Mile 1.85: "I need to slow down."
Mile 1.89 and clenching my cheeks: "Hold on. Maybe it will pass."
It didn't pass and I ducked into a church to find a bathroom because I didn't think I could make it another quarter mile to the shopping center. I was probably right. Lucky for me 1) I have a very understanding running partner that didn't seem too upset that we had to stop and walk less than 2 miles in the run and 2) the church had a map to the closest bathroom.
2 days ago