Tonight's run was very windy; and I'm not talking about the weather. As I jogged along this evening with every step I took I could feel an increasing pressure building in my lower abdomen. I'm sure that many runners will have faced the same thing, where the repeated bounce involved in running causes flatulence (there, I've said it). It's not the best of feelings but is quickly dealt with, although care must be taken not to follow through. This is easier said than done and, what was intended as a quick release of methane, can soon pass the point of no return and turn into a very sticky situation indeed.
This reminds me of a conversation in work today. Someone read out the lonely hearts column in the Metro and one of the ads was from Richie in Hastings who labelled himself as AB/DL. No-one had any idea what this meant. Some of the team hazarded guesses but after Googling it I was pleased to announce that it meant Adult Baby / Diaper Lover. There were a few puzzled looks, a couple of penny-just-dropped looks and the odd look of disgust. My look was puzzlement; puzzlement at why he chose to advertise in the Metro rather than in a more specialist publication.
Whilst the wearing of a diaper or nappy would undoubtedly be of use to any runner who thinks they may follow through mid run, they are not the most practical of items to wear on a marathon - and the chafing must me terrible. Of course, Paula Radcliffe paid a dear price when she had her mid race mishap in the 2005 London Marathon with a bad case of runner's trots. I bet she had to boil wash those shorts afterwards.
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