Had my first code brown on a long run.
Read on for a gory description: I was out for 16 miles on Saturday the morning after a cheese and beer-heavy Friday night. I had a pre-run BM and thought I was clear but I was still crop-dusting the first six miles with cheesy-malty-garlic farts that could classify as biological warfare. Finally the farts stopped and I felt the all-too familiar hot warmth of a liquid bolus hit my sphincter and I knew I had to act fast or else load my pants and suffer through 10 more miles of ass-chapping putrid misery. Thankfully I came across a construction site that had an unattended port-a-potty. I hoped the fence and barely got my shorts down before unleashing two quick shotgun blasts followed by an explosive stream of hot . I held my hydration belt above my head the whole time just in case it was in range of any spraying mist. When I left the port-a-potty pale a shaking, a cop was watching me with a knowing look but didn't say a word. I still finished my run and even averaged an 8'30" pace!