I have noticed that the biggest challenge to endurance running isn't going the actual distance... it's what to do with yourself when you are in between mile 3 and 4 and about 3 miles from the nearest bathroom. This isn't normally a problem for the normal person. Normally. However, when you find yourself knocked up er I mean with child.. well... that need all of a sudden becomes a dire necessity.
It has gotten so bad that I find places to run that circle my house or public restrooms. I literally plan my runs around a restroom. I go once before I leave and usually can count the seconds til I return. Where is that running zen I so covet?
I am slightly worried that in San Antonio I will be reduced to a port a potty... and I will be ok, not ideal but it'll work in a pinch.
Do you think they will notice me running with my own roll of charmin?
think anyone would notice the dress made out of toilet paper? no... really.... ???
Seriously... I still enjoy my runs... but you know it's desperate when you wish you'd worn your grandmother's depends.
Maybe I am looking at it all wrong... maybe the zen I covet is really....
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