I was about fifteen miles into a run the other day, in the middle of nowhere when the runners trots struck.
I knew a few hundred yards ahead over a little hill was a little wooded area, perfect, so i relaxed only to find that over the hill was a walking party of about fifty or so all stopped to have a picnic. PANIIIC !!!!!! I was about to unleash the contents of my bowels amongst a load of pensioners munching on cucumber sandwiches and there was little I could do about it, by that stage I was at DEFCON 3.
If I'd have squeezed my butt cheeks any harder I think I would have turned inside out so I awkwardly made my retreat back down the hill waddling like a duck to try to find sanctuary for my ablutions.
I knew a few hundred yards ahead over a little hill was a little wooded area, perfect, so i relaxed only to find that over the hill was a walking party of about fifty or so all stopped to have a picnic. PANIIIC !!!!!! I was about to unleash the contents of my bowels amongst a load of pensioners munching on cucumber sandwiches and there was little I could do about it, by that stage I was at DEFCON 3.
If I'd have squeezed my butt cheeks any harder I think I would have turned inside out so I awkwardly made my retreat back down the hill waddling like a duck to try to find sanctuary for my ablutions.