Saturday, February 12, 2011

Small Humiliations: Part VII

A few years ago, my sister was dating this guy who was a runner. Actually, he was the first of two runners that we would both come to regret ... her for wasting time caring about jerks, and me for wasting several perfectly good Saturdays standing on the side of marathon routes.

However, if one (and only one) good thing came of this first relationship, it was the following story. If you've ever had any in-depth conversations with runners, you'll know that you hear super disgusting things about how people's digestive tracts react to 26.2 miles and the various ways that competitors deal with their particular situations. This one's not too graphic, just embarrassing, which makes it perfect.

Evidently this guy was out training one day, and as he ran, his stomach started to feel a little iffy. He was alone on a stretch of road. Another mile passed, and he felt worse, so he thought he could just pass some gas. What happened instead was that a solitary turd popped out the bottom of his running shorts and fell on the highway behind him.

At this point in telling the story, he said, and I quote, "So I laid a road apple. I was like, what am I, a parade pony?"

But sometimes, when things have suddenly turned to crap, there's no fixing it. You have to keep running forward. Just ask my sister.

3 comments:

SherilinR said...

oh. my. gosh. i just laughed so hard at the quoted line that my stomach hurts & i still have a stupid grin on my face. thanks for that!

Stacy Q said...

Yeah I choked on my spit when I read that... but it begs the question, don't runners wear underwear? The mechanics of "laying a road apple" is going to keep me up all night...
Hmmm...

Courtney said...

I aim to please :) The underwear issue is something I just didn't care to explore further with this guy, if you can imagine that!