First, let me state that running is the best diuretic out there!
I went out for my early morning three miles today, and I was greeted by the quarter moon and Venus up in the sky. It was a clear day, and I felt like running.
After about two and a half miles, my stomach had enough. Yes, I suffer from the trots. It’s not the easiest thing to deal with, but I’m getting used to it after all these years. It always seems worse in the spring. I don’t know if it’s the anticipation of amping up my mileage that makes me a little nervous, or it’s just my biological makeup. Whatever the case, I’ve learned to deal with it.
Once the feeling hits me that I have to get to a bathroom, I first decide, can I make it home? If I’m close to home, I slow down to a fast walk and get there as quick as I can. If I’m further out, I have two options: Look around for the nearest convenience store or job johnny, or, two, call my husband to come and get me.
Is it weird that I know if there’s a job johnny on my routes? Luckily I go past enough parks and schools that usually have one in their parking lots or near the ball fields. A few years ago, they were doing some construction work on one of the main streets of my route, so there were many options available. I have to say I was a little disappointed when the work was finished
The alternative option, calling my husband to come and get me, is always chancy. Not that he wouldn’t come and get me, but the real issue is how long it will take him to get to me! When I call, he’s usually still sleeping, but he knows what I’m calling for. The routine is I explain to him exactly where I am, and then I sit and wait, and wait, and wait. Eventually he gets to me and I feel much better once I get home.
I will admit that on race days I’ll take immodium. It’s not that I think I’m going to win a race or place and therefore I can’t stop for when nature calls, because I know that I’m just running to run and move. I am pretty confident when I say I’ll never win a race. It’s more that I like to concentrate on my running and not feel my stomach bothering me at all.
So there it is. It’s something that happens to a lot of runners, and you shouldn’t be ashamed to admit it happens to you, too!
In the garden, today I’ll be hooking up the long hose to one of my rain barrels. It’s supposed to rain the next two days, and I want to divert some water into the lower portion of the native plants where the swamp milkweed is. I’d like to give that a good start this spring, so I have lots of blooms in the summer.
Tell me what your favorite/worst part of running is.