"Poopy" Run... Yes, It's What You Think...
>> Thursday, February 12, 2026
I left out some details from my last post about my recent long run.
It was the day after the Super Bowl, and I may have consumed the majority of a jar of queso. This is important for later.
My run went well (as I posted about), but I felt a fart brewing that I was afraid I couldn't trust somewhere near the middle of it. It went away quickly. And it came back as I started my cool down with about 2.5 miles to go. That feeling came and went a few times, but I figured I'd make it home.
But then it started getting worse. Now I KNEW I wasn't going to make it. I met a pair of runners and then saw no one else. I rounded a corner (RIGHT next to the house of a family I know from my son's school) and darted across the road into a little over-grown area as my sphincter was losing its battle. I got my shorts down as quick as I could and left a pile in the snow. I was squatted there in the dark as 2 cars went by, but no one could see me (THANK GOD). It was a soft pile, and I didn't have much left on my cheeks - the final mile home was just a little squishy, but not bad. I got in the house and cleaned up right away:
Yes, that's the inside of my shorts as I hit the basement bathroom. NOT CLEAN, but not horrible either.
Easy to spot the UNEXPECTED DETOUR on my Garmin.
Text exchange with my wife later that morning.
I'm NOT editing this photo to make things any clearer! YOU'RE WELCOME.
Oh, and there appears to be fresh dog tracks to the right. Someone's dog got a sniffer full of something unpleasant...
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