I've been told you're not a "real" trail runner until you use the great outdoors as your toilet. I've put off becoming a member of the club for years but today, finally, nature called, and I am now an "official" trail runner.
As my running partner Dave and I started the Wild Turkey trail this morning at 7, I was already regretting not making a quick pit stop on my way into town. Especially as I was wearing a water belt which pushed on my bladder with every move. Dave had pulled a hamstring the day before, so he started walking around mile one, and I went on.
"Suck it up, suck it up, suck it up," I told myself with each step. "It's mind over matter. You only THINK you have to pee."
Nope. I really had to. REALLY had to. So I ducked behind a tree and let loose. Frankly, you haven't experienced the meaning of the word "vulnerable" until you lower your pants on the side of a wooded trail and pray a stray jogger or biker doesn't come barrelling past you.
I will say I enjoyed the second half of my run MUCH more than the first part.
Did I mention it was 34 degrees out this morning?
I'm glad to be a legitimate trail runner, but I still prefer a flush and hand soap, thank you very much.