Does A Runner Pee In the Woods?
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.
Merry Christmas.
Friday, December 18, 2009 at 12:23 PM | Dena Harris | 3 Comments | Email Article | Share via Digg | Print Article | tagged Greensboro trail runs, Wild Turkey, trail running in Running
Reader Comments (3)
this falls under the tag of TMI.
what? no pictures?
If I post pictures here, it will ruin the surprise of our holiday Christmas card...
Yes, it IS TMI, but it was either this or wax poetic about the beauty of newly falling snow. I figured everyone would enjoy this more.
I don't know, I think I agree with Kim.............but I think many ....now use your imagination since you do have one.lol.