…….when they need to go to the loo.
Yep I am that certain age! This morning despite visiting the small room in the house before setting out for my run, I felt I needed to go again from about 1.5 miles in. This was unfortunate as the nearest facilities were along way off. No fast food restaurants on the route only KFC and they don’t open early. I contemplated stopping in to Mrs F’s or Mrs C’s house, both of which I passed at about 4 and 5 miles, but decided the last thing in the world that they would want would be to answer the door to me with my legs crossed! I plodded on knowing where the next public loos would be, I was relieved to see them at about 6 miles and then gutted to find them locked. I was tempted to dive in to the bushes but there too many people about on a Saturday morning. I envisaged myself mid squat to be attacked by a dog out on his weekend walkies. This thought was enough to keep me going to the next conveniences at mile 7. When I entered these though was greeted by a stench like no other, I popped my head in a cubicle and it was immediately evident why there was a bad aroma. No Shaz, plod on, I said. So on I went heading in to town. Finally at mile 8 I found toilets that were both clean and open – hurrah. I completed the next 3 miles more comfortably but very slowly.
Off to plan a clean, open WC running route for next week!