Being the well seasoned runner that I am, on the 4th run of the - TopicsExpress

Being the well seasoned runner that I am, on the 4th run of the year today, I have experienced something I thought only existed in story books. You hear stories of those runners that have gone over the edge, soiling themselves half way thru a death defying marathon or birthing a cramp so horrendous bystanders witness a near exorcism. Not me, boy. Oh no, I am smart enough to keep it real by maintaiing my python killings legs and never coming close to experiencing any degrading or violent impacts on my body. This afternoon, before the Dargle sunset, striding parallel with the reedbok as the dusk birds sang their last song of sunlight, mother nature knocked on my, usually above the average female durability bladder. I attempted to run it off, like a stabbing stitch, ignore her and you will cross that finish line, no such luck. With at least an hours run home (Approx 750meters) I had no choice. At this moment I felt I was in the depths of the platteland. Like that old lady who told me her dog ran away on Thursday and she could still see it running on Monday. It felt like the whole world, on our deserted after hours farm road, was staring at me. I survey the land scape for a hay bale. Nothing. Even a small shrub or a sappling. Niks. It was me and her, bear grills style. With the idea of eating a raw boomslang sounding attractive, I find the right spot, on the bare road. Look left, look right, look left again. Only me and the guinea fowls. Deep breath. Squat. Watch the shoes, I can hear my moms voice in my head saying, no one likes soggy socks, on a holiday road trip to Durban, on the N3, 3 kids pinching til Dad found a decent donga to hid away in. Aimed and steady, my complexion reflecting on the snow white rolling clouds above me, I understood at that moment why people say that Redheads are a species of Albino. Done. Breathe. Sand up slowly. 3 hardidahs, 2 jack russells and some Hereford cattle gazing in horror and disgust. Judge me, go ahead! I scream.I dont see you trying to find a shady spot to disguise your disgrace! I guess I will never stop learning in this universe of the cultured road running individuals. Life is a journey after all.