or at least my good pair of running tights.

Because of my stomach issues I have a VERY good sense when the urge hits me if I can hold it or if I better find a bathroom quick and in a hurry! Tonight on my long run it hit me. I stopped and thought of my options as I was a few miles from home: 1. have my wife wake up both kids and come pick me up 2. walk into the bushes in the neighborhood I happened to be in and use the bathroom 3. crap my pants. Not pleasant options. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to walk behind a couple of trees and do my business when I saw a man standing in his yard letting his dog use the bathroom. I thought to myself “I look like a robber dressed in black head to toe and this man might call the police when I approach him, but I’ve got to try.” Here was our conversation:

Me: Sir, I hate to bother you, but I am in desperate need of a bathroom. Do you care if I use your bathroom?
Man (as he looks uneasily at me): Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, surrrrrrrrrrre, let me tell my wife someone is coming in. Wait by the garage door.
Me (to myself):This guy isn’t coming back. He is probably calling the police right now.

To my amazement, the garage door opened and he let me in. As I left, I said thanks again and expressed my appreciation. I also hoped that they didn’t have to evacuate the house for a few hours, it wasn’t pretty.

On the bright side, there was a spring in my step for the last few miles of my run.

Alternate Title to this post: No good deed goes unpunished.