This happened while I was younger, probably as a high school student. My sister and I use to run all the time together about three times a week.So, one Sunday morning we went out for our usual jog. I kind of felt like I should try to go number 2 because that was custom for me prior to exercise. After some time in the bathroom, I concluded there was nothing there. We started our run and all was well……. until block three. Water dumped into my bowels like a car that wouldn’t start.
I said, “Laura I have to poop!!! go home and get the car or I won’t make it!” She turned around and ran home but not fast enough. Right there on the parking strip of someone’s lawn, I ripped off my shorts and pooped right next to a fire hydrant.I felt much better but it was less than two seconds after pulling up my shorts and jogging away did the garage door of the house where I had defecated, opened.
Can you imagine if I had tried to hold on longer? I can only imagine what the owner thought when he saw my logs steaming up his grass. He probably just thought it was a stupid dog. Now, I have been called a bitch at times during my life, but never in this fashion.
