And to think I had a completely different post planned up until the rumble :)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Today was the closest I have ever come to crapping my shorts. How's that for an opening statement? What was meant to be an easy 8 turned into move your ass as fast as possible and get to the nearest toilet. Of course every bathroom along the lakefront is currently locked since it is the off season. So when the tummy started rumbling around mile 5 my only option was to prairie dog it home as fast as I could over those last 3 miles. I seriously thought I was going to lose it. I weighed my options, I didn't have any. Really the only thing I had going for me was there weren't many people out so maybe no one would notice. My husband wasn't home, I couldn't call him to pick me up. There were no gas stations or restaurants nearby. I was screwed. I kept trying to think of anything else other than my pain but that only lasted a nano second. Luckily I made it home...barely but who cares, I made it.