Nonetheless I have always tried to improve since it does burn a lot of calories, my job depends on it and one day I'm hoping the running will rub away the excess thigh fat. Lately I've been running 5 miles, 2-3 times a week and was kind of proud of myself. I decided to up it to 7 one day so I mapped out my new route and went for it.
I was doing ok until mile 5 1/2 or 6. I started to get bubble gut and either had to stop running or let a little something out to relieve the pain. I weighed out my options but thought I could handle passing a little gas without stopping because I really wanted to say that I ran 7 miles without stopping. I remember in Anatomy class learning about nerves you have in your anus that allow your brain to distinguish between a fart and a crap. If you've ever lived in South America you know that those nerve endings aren't your most reliable. Well, I went for the fart but immediately regretted my decision because I was 95% sure I just crapped my pants.
I understand crapping your pants when running a marathon but this was 5 1/2 or 6 miles. I just kept running because I really had no other options and I wasn't totally sure what just happened. I ended up stopping at 6 1/2 miles because the route I chose was ridiculous. It was all uphill at the end and I am pretty sure I could have walked faster than I was running up that hill. I made it to the gym and am happy to announce that it was just a fart.
This week I will attempt the 7 mile run again but am going to reverse my route so the hills are at the beginning. I'm also considering some kind of running diaper. I'm sure they have 'em.
This picture was taken at the beginning of my first race ever. See how I am smiling. It was before before I actually had to run and before I came close to sharting.