Father's Day and Shit Happens...Literally
The first time ever…shit happened. It happened to me while running. Some in the running world call it dumping. I am thankful that I run early in the morning and hardly anyone is around. At mile 7 my stomach started to grumble. I was 3 miles from home. It didn’t stop. I thought I could control it but I couldn’t. Then...all of a sudden it came and it came fast. Oh did I mention I happen to wear yellow shorts on this run. My underwear and shorts wear sagging. What do I do? Do I go behind a building and through out the underwear and keep the shorts on. Do I walk home for fear some of it might fall out? Do I smell? I decided to run home. The sooner I got home the better.
When I did. Everything went in the trash. Underwear, shorts, running top, bra, everything. Dramatic? I don’t think so. I know it was the food I ate on Friday which caused all of this. This was a first, new, and shocking. Who does that at 42? Well me.
That is how my father’s day kicked off.