The Ultimate Decision

In the spirit of full disclosure, and me chronicling all the gory details of my training, I have a confession to make. I expect full judgment and even some grimaces, but this is a recurring predicament for me. What do you do when you are on a run, and there is no bathroom in sight? 4 miles is never a traumatizing experience but I knew there were going to be issues one mile in. My choices were few to none in the restroom department, so I had to get creative. I spied some mangroves on the water, hidden from the roadway by a sand dune. To describe my situation as dire would be an understandment. I scrambled down the dune, through the tall grass, praying no one could tell what I was up to. I hoped if someone was watching me they would sense my desparation and kindly understand. I emerged from my hide-a-potty a new woman, and jogged away as if nothing shameful had happened. My initial reaction was guilt with a dash of embarassment, but after breaking into my stride I felt nothing short of relief. As a matter of fact, I felt great and decided I wouldn't have done a thing differently. Yes, I may have lightened my load in an inappropriate fashion, but I immediately felt better and had a great run. Don't judge someone until you have run a mile, or four, in their shoes. And hopefully during that run you don't find yourself having to make the ultimate decision.