It's Fine. I Ran Today

OK, so I am not especially young, but sometimes I still do things that I really ought to know better.

Disclaimer: If you don't like any discussions that remotely include poop, just skip this blog post.

I got up EARLY this morning to go running. It's important to give you a little background into running, just in case your primary fascination with my exciting blog lays more on the parenting side. Runners know that it is always best to give yourself some time to, um, go #2 before you start your run. Running "makes things happen". If you do not go first, after you run a few miles you may often find yourself in the middle of a "poo-mergency". That is, you need to poo ASAP, but you're in the middle of the woods or worse yet Research Park, the central location of probably three-quarters of corporate offices in this area. You see where I'm going with this. No open bathroom for miles. Not even a porta-potty, which, I assure you no matter your previous convictions about using these, look like little temples when in the real-time poo-mergency experience. Suffice to say, runners try to avoid this whole scenario.

Knowing the importance of avoiding that scenario may help you better understand the other bad decisions I made this morning. I only had a few minutes, but I decided I had time to take care of business. In the interest of time you know how, like, when you *think* you put too much TP in the toilet and you're not *sure* you will sometimes try to flush and see if you get lucky? I did that. Then you know how you get in a panic and flush again and again? Oh that doesn't happen to you? Well anyway, I flooded my guest bathroom. As it was gushing out and potentially heading toward the kitchen, I threw towels at it and stomped on them like one of those circus clowns trying to put out a fire.

The water was contained, but I was completely out of time. The toilet was still clogged and I had towels soaked with toilet water all over the floor. What next? Clean it all up and arrive 20 minutes late to my run? What would the text to my friends read like? Or should I leave a note for the hubby and play innocent? "Hey Babe, something happened in the guest bathroom. Could you check it out?"

Well, I cleaned it up. I told my friends the truth. They were cool waiting for me, but just made me assure them I had washed my hands. Sigh. All in a day's work I say.