I had another "excretory emergency" on my pre-dawn trot. Fortunately, the local mall was already open for walkers, and I was able to sprint to the bathroom. Unlike last Thursday, my dad was not padding around looking for toothpicks, so the only one about to get the crap scared out of him was me. Nothing will turn an easy jog into an Olympic event like the moment that yesterday's fiber kicks in. All ended well for me, but not for the guy who came in just after I sat down.
Thanks for humoring me.
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