At around mile 15, a turtle head started poking out. I had a bad feeling something like this was going to happen when I had to take 3 poos before the race.
I tried to ignore it, but by mile 19 it was unbearable. Was getting lower abominable stomach pains. I made a deal with myself to crap at the next porto potty. Just before 20 I flew into a john and sh*t out a squirrel. In and out in 43 seconds according to my garmin moving vs. elapsed time. I considered skipping the wiping step, but in the end I still had some shred of decency left and gave it a quick once over.
I missed my A goal by about 36 seconds, but still PR'd.
Never again will I eat the pre-race pasta dinner out of a trough.
Stick to white rice kids.
That is all.