ChiefD
Footballguy
I had my wildlife story last summer when I was in Illinois for my grandfathers funeral. I was scheduled for an 18 miler, and luckily he had lived in farm country. We were staying at a motel that bordered a lake community, so there were plenty of woods around. I had been having some issues, so in my hydration belt I carried some TP in one of the pockets for such an occasion.The day you come in here with a good poop story is the day you will realize that you are now a true runner. Once you've added a wildlife story then you're a lifer.
I wasn't 5 miles in when I felt the first rumblings. This was after I had already taken a good dump before I left. But, I was prepared. Found a nice tree to lean against and took care of business about 100 yards from someone's front door, albeit in some woods.
Go another 3 miles or so, and here it comes again. Damn. I had exhausted my TP supply on dump #1, so I ran into the next set of woods, found some leaves, and polished off. OK, everything is good now, and only 10 miles to go. I go another 5 miles, and sure enough the rumblings came on again. On top of that, the SI that morning was probably in the 140's, so it was getting uncomfortable. Sun is coming up, getting warm and sticky. Both in the air and in my running shorts.
At this point I'm like, WTF? So I look up to the sky to the heavens and say out loud, "Grandpa, can you help me out here?"
I round a bend, and realize I am at the dam side of the lake. All of a sudden this beautiful north breeze pops up out of nowhere, and blows off the lake nice and cool. As I approach the dam, I look to my left and there is the most glorious site my eyes have ever laid upon - a picnic/beach area with a lovely, large bathroom facility.
Toilet paper as far as the eyes could see. Nobody around. Nice and cool in there. Stopped the Tom-Tom, and took care of what would be my final dump of the day.
A quite spectacular finish to a trying morning.