...he said, “Ah, you’re back to normal!” And I didn’t know that I was ever not normal.

Potty Break

Last night was the Storm the Bastille 5K. We all ran: my brother, sister-in-law, nephews, my husband, and myself. My brother, who didn’t even train for the race (unless you are including the Beer Run last month), finished in something like 28 minutes. He sucks. My nephews finished around 31 minutes, and I think my sister-in-law finished soon after.

What about my husband and I? Well, we were deep in the Third Ward, around the 2.25 mile mark, when we both need a potty break. I could probably have finished the run, but he pretty much said: either I walk it in, or I find a bathroom. So we sneaked into a coffee shop on the route and used the potty, then continued on with the run.

I can’t believe we stopped to use the bathroom mid-5K. I guess there is a first time for everything.

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  1. Kelly on July 12th, 2008

    ROFL about the potty break. Aren’t you supposed to take care of that BEFORE the run? :-) When I was growing up we used to go watch & cheer on the runners in the River Run, 15K race in Jacksonville, FL. We had family friends that participated. My grandparents would bring their motorhome and we would park around the 1mile mark to see the beginning of the race and then we would move and park near the end. One year a pregnant woman asked to use the bathroom at the 1mile mark. LOL!

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