@ChiefD, need an official ruling here...
Felt like I needed to use a bathroom on my run yesterday. Passed two construction sites with porta potties outside, but in both cases there was a worker sitting in his truck on the jobsite presumably waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive.
Do you?
a) Just brazenly walk up and use the porta potty away?
b) Approach the worker and ask if it's OK?
c) Keep running and pray for the best?
In both cases, I chose option C, and fortunately for me the moment passed, and I was fine.
a) is always the answer.
Let me tell you a story. There was a guy, similar to yourself...or really any of us...who was a runner.
One day he was out on a run, and started to feel that familiar gurgle...a pot of coffee percolating so to speak.
He runs past a McDonalds, but things have started to calm down. He pushes on. A few miles later, the rumbling starts again. He runs past a Kwik Trip. The guy figures - “well, this doesn’t seem so bad” just as the rumbling subsides. He continues.
3 miles later, the cramping gets a little stronger. Almost like some Braxton-Hicks contractions. Like, you know something is coming but you don’t really know what time.
He comes across a park. It’s a nice park - kids are playing, hollering.....
There are water fountains there, restrooms, the whole bit. At this point the runner knows he is only 2.5 miles from home, and wants to just try and make it home.
One mile later - the drop happens. The colon gives way, and all of a sudden the exit point starts preparing for birth. 25 steps later - it all comes rushing out without another moments notice.
The runner yells out: “God Dammit.”
All of sudden a voice comes from the clouds:
”What do mean God Dammit? I gave you a McDonalds, a gas station, and a park! When you needed me, I was there.”
So the moral of the story is, God gave you what you needed. And when that happens, you accept with grace and thank Him for watching over you.
You failed, my son. But you won’t - next time.....