The run actually started out pretty good. I got a good night's sleep, I woke up when I wanted to and was out the door and warming up by 5:45. The temperature is around 10 degrees below normal so it was perfect running weather. All told, I wanted to do 15 miles at around 8:10 pace.
Because Phoenix likes to torture all of the night owls (and doesn't do daylight savings time) the sun had already rose when I started out on my run (sunrise today was 5:18am). I cranked out the first half with no stoplights slowing me down but was immidiately stopped by two - right at 8 miles. That is when the trouble started.
Because of Garmin's AWESOME pace chart. You can see that I was somewhere between Ryan Hall pace and walking pace for the first 9 miles. That is when I felt a slight gurgle....which eventually turned into full on runners trots. I frantically tried to find a gas station but, like the idiot that I am, whenever I would run by one I was feeling fine so I kept on trucking.....only to be doubled over in cheek clenching 'discomfort' 10 minutes later. Repeat 5 times until I got home.
What did I learn? Other than the fact that I need to find a NASA diaper dealer? No matter how good I feel, if I see a
But, isn't that what training runs are for? Training yourself for every situation that could arise during race day? Fortunately this little 'test' hasn't happened to me while racing. But, just like the little kids book says "everybody poops" and eventually "everybody needs to poop at a race". Might as well practice it while I can.
By the way, as much TMI as this post was, aren't you glad I didn't include THIS picture?