running.story.1

The couch to 5K program that I trained with was pretty great. If you've ever considered running, it is fantastic! It is a walk/run program where you run for so many minutes and walk for so many minutes so that you get walking breaks within your training program.

So, one Sunday afternoon I was going out for a run. It was a run 8 minutes/walk 5 minutes/run 8 minutes. It was the farthest I had run all at once up to that point. I was feeling pretty good with my 8 minute run.

Once I was through the first 8 minutes, I started to not feel so well...stomach grumbling and such. I was glad that I had 5 minutes of walking to recover for a bit and start feeling better. Unfortunately, the 5 minutes was not enough.

As soon as I took my first 3 running steps to start my second 8 minute stretch, I really had to #2. (Sorry if you don't like blog posts about #2s...you can quit reading now if you're one of those people.) So, I stopped running and continued walking for fear that I wasn't going to make it back in a cleanly manner.

The problem at this point was that I was 8 minutes (running) away from home. I was afraid I wasn't going to make it back home even if I didn't run. The running was jostling my insides a bit too much, and the walking was slowing me down. What to do, what to do?

I tried (unsuccessfully) to begin to run again and that lasted about 2 seconds. I made it back to the driveway, but that's still a quarter mile to go. Who chose to live so far off the road? (Not mentioning any names....(cough) JOSH.)

I was miserable. One of the most miserable times that I've experienced in my life....seriously. It was borderline worse than labor...not more painful, mind you...just almost as miserable.

Thankfully, I made it home...barely. I took a few days off at that point to recover from the traumatic experience.

Any of you runners care to share running bathroom stories? Anyone else care to share regular bathroom stories? You know you have one.....maybe you don't want to share it, but you do have one. :)