12 Replies to “When You’re in a Pinch You Have a Decision to Make”
AAAhhh! This is such a fear. Although, I’ll be honest – I’m not fast enough for a 2 minutes break to make a difference, so I think I’d head to a toilet. But on a trail run? Pop and sqaut!
This was one of my biggest fears going into my first marathon as well, aside from death of course. My loving sister happened to be training for another marathon on the same day and had run a couple before, so she tried to psyche me out with her GI marathon horror stories. Didn’t work though. I’ve mastered my digestive system pretty well for races so that everything’s out by the time the gun goes off. Training runs, however, are a different story. I usually run in the evenings, so it’s not as easy to control what my stomach does. The one good thing about our little town is that there are porta-potties at every park, so I’m usually able to make it to one. I’ve had many close calls though. I also do a lot of workouts at the gym. Sure enough, my warm-up gets things moving and I’m able to go before starting the actual workout. I’ve never done the P&S, but that’s because I can’t go outside, #1 or #2. I have performance anxiety. Usually I’m okay if I have to stop and walk for a sec. Running is what aggravates it. I’ve thought about the P&S many times, but seem to always be near a church or school when this happens, so I refrain.
wow, wat a kind sister trying to strike fear into ur bowels…not cool! i’m glad that u didn’t let her faze u and u’ve been able to master ur digestive timing. it’s just sometimes no matter what i do i get ‘unlucky’…and WOW u have my total awe in that u’ve always been able to actually make it to an actual porta-potty! that’s crazy for how many years u’ve run…that’s gotta be a record, keep the streak alive. 🙂
Pop and squat, bush dive, porta potty, I’ve done them all. In a race, however, it would definitely have to be a porta potty….but I’ll never be worried about placing or anything, so time’s not quite as big of an issue.
I’ve never had this issue during any of my 7 marathons. I guess that I know my body well enough to prepare it for what I’m about to put it through. I have pretty much an iron stomach. I haven’t had to do anything other than pee during a run for quite a few years. When it comes to that, I’m a man. The world is my urinal 🙂
SWEET i pulled a comment from the cranky man himself! 🙂 just like i said to steph, i can’t believe how u guys have been able to keep those issues at bay. and i’ve read enough of ur status updates to know u’ve got an ironclad stomach!!
I don’t always keep them at bay. I’ve had some close calls and an actual incident I try not to mention. Too late for that….it was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. High school. In high school, I was a psycho obsessive runner. I mean, I ran on a broken leg just for an example. So psycho that I once refused to stop at a bathroom during a long run and never made it back before I went.
Disgusting narcissistic morons. Can’t you go run in the sewers somewhere and stay off our streets?? Everytime you leave a town the residents cheer. Get a life!
AAAhhh! This is such a fear. Although, I’ll be honest – I’m not fast enough for a 2 minutes break to make a difference, so I think I’d head to a toilet. But on a trail run? Pop and sqaut!
hahaha….u crack me up!
This was one of my biggest fears going into my first marathon as well, aside from death of course. My loving sister happened to be training for another marathon on the same day and had run a couple before, so she tried to psyche me out with her GI marathon horror stories. Didn’t work though. I’ve mastered my digestive system pretty well for races so that everything’s out by the time the gun goes off. Training runs, however, are a different story. I usually run in the evenings, so it’s not as easy to control what my stomach does. The one good thing about our little town is that there are porta-potties at every park, so I’m usually able to make it to one. I’ve had many close calls though. I also do a lot of workouts at the gym. Sure enough, my warm-up gets things moving and I’m able to go before starting the actual workout. I’ve never done the P&S, but that’s because I can’t go outside, #1 or #2. I have performance anxiety. Usually I’m okay if I have to stop and walk for a sec. Running is what aggravates it. I’ve thought about the P&S many times, but seem to always be near a church or school when this happens, so I refrain.
wow, wat a kind sister trying to strike fear into ur bowels…not cool! i’m glad that u didn’t let her faze u and u’ve been able to master ur digestive timing. it’s just sometimes no matter what i do i get ‘unlucky’…and WOW u have my total awe in that u’ve always been able to actually make it to an actual porta-potty! that’s crazy for how many years u’ve run…that’s gotta be a record, keep the streak alive. 🙂
Pop and squat, bush dive, porta potty, I’ve done them all. In a race, however, it would definitely have to be a porta potty….but I’ll never be worried about placing or anything, so time’s not quite as big of an issue.
haha…oh, so many good names i love. 🙂
this is a great topic. haha. and definitely a fear. so far i have been lucky but i am not afraid to stop if needed. no thanks to poopy pants. gross.
haha…wat, u don’t want to finish a run with poop in ur pants?
I’ve never had this issue during any of my 7 marathons. I guess that I know my body well enough to prepare it for what I’m about to put it through. I have pretty much an iron stomach. I haven’t had to do anything other than pee during a run for quite a few years. When it comes to that, I’m a man. The world is my urinal 🙂
SWEET i pulled a comment from the cranky man himself! 🙂 just like i said to steph, i can’t believe how u guys have been able to keep those issues at bay. and i’ve read enough of ur status updates to know u’ve got an ironclad stomach!!
I don’t always keep them at bay. I’ve had some close calls and an actual incident I try not to mention. Too late for that….it was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. High school. In high school, I was a psycho obsessive runner. I mean, I ran on a broken leg just for an example. So psycho that I once refused to stop at a bathroom during a long run and never made it back before I went.
Disgusting narcissistic morons. Can’t you go run in the sewers somewhere and stay off our streets?? Everytime you leave a town the residents cheer. Get a life!