How can I blog about running without covering such an important topic that all runners deal with?
It’s part of your daily schedule. It’s part of your pre-run prep. It can be part of your post-run cool-down. It’s sometimes even part of your race, especially if you’re in the middle of a relay and are constantly eating. Constant input means constant output.
Yup, I’m talking about poop.
Have you ever been unsure just how far you can run without needing a bathroom break? Extended periods of exercise can be treacherous for your insides, and your body will be the first in line to tell you all about it. I’m sure you’ve mapped out a run and thought to yourself, “Good, there’s a drinking station here, here, and here along the route”… but have you ever mapped out places to poop? And then, what about the facilities?
Running relays, you quickly learn to scope out each exchange point and where the porta potties are. After a while, you get so used to using them it’s second nature. After one relay this year, I found myself going straight to the porta potties at the finish line and ignoring the public restrooms immediately adjacent to them.
The photo of porta potties in this blog at first scared… the poop… out of me. I snapped this pic at Exchange 35, on Hood to Coast this past August. The closest porta potty in the picture was even locked. Whoa. It turns out no one was trapped inside, and the race organizers had intentionally placed them there to brace the upright ones from strong winds that were gusting through.
I recalled it was during this past July’s Cascade Lakes Relay that I noted something unique: Each porta potty featured its very own, well, “performance art”. Depending on which porta potty one visited, you might be greeted with a lovely, “unused” interface, shall we say, or quite the opposite. They all had their own distinct, ah, style. Several reminded me of Jackson Pollock.
I really don’t have a poop fetish. It is however a topic I’m not afraid to highlight, through many may fear it, especially if heard around my family name. There’s something about the name “Anderson” and the topic of poop that sends people screaming and running in fear. Can’t say I blame them.
Now you know the straight poop.