This post is probably long overdue, and is going to cover something that I think is VERY common in the running world, but rarely talked about. That’s right folks, I’m talking about POOP.
Running and pooping are about as synonymous as running and sweating – it’s just unavoidable. But no one is ever willing to talk about it! Maybe it’s gross, maybe it’s unnecessary, but I think it’s important. Here goes…
I have had many a close call in my 3-ish years of running, probably more than most. I have a really sensitive digestive system, and running double digit mileage almost always sends my stomach into a spiral. Back home, I would literally plan my runs around possible bathroom stops, knowing that it was only a matter of time before my breakfast turned on me. My wonderful running partner, Lindsey, was more than understanding of my digestive dilemmas.
It sounds funny (or maybe just gross) but it’s actually really horrible and embarrassing! There is NO worse feeling than being miles from a bathroom with no other options. Back in Cincinnati it was even more of an issue because I almost always ran with my dogs, and you can’t take dogs into public restrooms! Over time, I’ve learned that in order to avoid public humiliation and panic, I need to plan my running and eating accordingly, so that there are no more close calls. But even knowing what I know, sometimes it still gets the best of me.
This morning I woke up later than usual, and didn’t get to eat breakfast until almost nine – just two hours before the long run. I knew right away that this wouldn’t be enough time for – errr, cleansing – but I also knew that in order to run I had to eat. I ate my PB&J and hoped for the best, but when 10:40 rolled around and it was time to leave, no cleanse had happened. We headed out the trail regardless, and got ready to run!
When I got up this morning it seemed really cold outside, but when we got to the greenway I was pleased to discover that it was the PERFECT day for running! I ended up ditching my long sleeves and ran in my t-shirt after mile two. The sun was shining the whole time, and we both felt awesome! But around mile seven I could feel my dinner and breakfast weighing me down, and making me very uncomfortable. I could tell it was slowing my pace, because I felt really heavy.
Kath was a good sport, listening to me complain about my bathroom woes, and didn’t seem horrified or grossed out. I made it all the way to mile 9.25, but knew that at that point, walking was a MUST if I was going to make it back to the car without an accident. I told Kath to take off, and I slowly walked/jogged back to the parking lot and straight into a port-o-let. It is SO frustrating to have a good, strong run controlled by my stomach.
Does anyone else deal with running and digestive problems?? What are some of your tips and tricks? Please do not be afraid to share!
Not exactly the way I had planned to end my 10 mile run, but still a successful run nonetheless. It was fun to join Kath as she ventured into the DOUBLE digits, too!
Even though my near-accident forced me to slow down at the end, I still finished exactly at our goal time – 90 minutes!
After the run, we all headed back to our house for quick showers, and a yummy lunch! I have seen the smoothie-in-a-bowl featured on many blogs, and I knew Kath was a fan, so she introduced me and Casey to this sludgy bowl of deliciousness…
On the side, a piece of Great Harvest bread with blackberry preserves and Naturally Nutty cinnamon cherry peanut butter, mmmmmmm…
YUM! Casey and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for a new couch, and I think we found some really good possibilities!! We are hoping to make a final decision tomorrow and place an order, so that hopefully we will have a new living room in just a few short weeks! And now I am starving, so I’m off to make dinner.
Thanks for listening to my taboo discussion about POOP. Someone had to finally do it, right? :)