I was about to make a jokey ‘we’ve all done a poo in the street’ remark, but then I remembered..
When I was running regularly several years ago I had read about ‘joggers’ bowel’ but assumed my constitution left me impervious to such outpourings.
When during one long run I was caught at the half way PONR.. with an incredible urge to unleash my by-product. I managed to shuffle/walk/hobble for around half a mile, I took a few minutes to admire the view and convince my body that everything was going to be alright. In the end it was to no avail – I ended up birthing a quadraplegic beaver beside a tree in what I thought was a largely unused alley/shortcut. The dog walker disagreed.
Joggers bowel is real man – believe the hype.
I believe I read Paula as stating on her evacuation ‘I had stomach cramps for several miles and knew I would have to quit the race if I didn’t go, so decided to get it over with’.
Personally I think its testament to her winning spirit that she chose to do so in front of the adulating crowd. Win at all costs.
Don’t google it.
My episode had the density of lead. Paula’s was more like a brown watery death shower.