Since my last post I have begun to tell people about my new
endeavour. I have found this to be the
hardest part about the blog. I told my
husband on Friday evening; the poor guy, I was so worked up about telling him
that I laughed hysterically, off and on, for about ten minutes before I spit it
out. (I should note that this is one of
my quirks, I laugh hysterically when uncomfortable or overtired.) With that kind of lead up I am sure he
thought that I was shagging some other man, but no, just writing a blog. I tried to explain that my apprehension was stemming
from the fact that I am essentially laying myself bare for all to see, or
rather, writing myself bare. Also, the “p”
word does factor in here. Poo. I am writing, essentially, about running and
shitting, and, as we all know, poop is a taboo social subject. The experience of trying to share the creation
of this blog with my friends, family and colleagues is very reflective of the
whole IBS experience. Sufferers tend to
approach the issue in different ways, depending on their comfort level. I used to approach it by not approaching
it. It used to be something that I really
tried to hide, and, I think this is the norm for most IBSers, especially for those
who are newly diagnosed. With time I began
to realize that trying to hide it was more exhausting and stressful than not
hiding it. I should note that stress is
one of the major triggers for IBS. My approach to IBS and
whether or not to reveal it to people has gradually changed over the
years. For the most part, anyone close
to me knows about it, and, unfortunately for them, likely know too much. I have decided that I do not want to have to
spend my time trying to explain away the five 20-minute trips I took to the
washroom today, why not say it, everyone is thinking it anyway! By telling people it lets everyone off the
hook, I don’t have to come up with a random excuse for my conspicuous absence
and others don’t have to pretend to notice the length of time I have spent in
the washroom.
Now that I have that out there, I must tell you, it has been
several days since my last run. With a
brisk -13 temperature I layered up and
hit the road. Overall, I was able to run
3.5 intervals of six minutes (just over 4k) before I had to visit the loo. I suppose this is a slight improvement over
last week, if only in the sense that I did not visit the ladies room until
after the intervals. I very briefly
contemplated my “run after the run” strategy, but, changed my mind immediately
at the thought of the length of time it would take to get my layers back
on. I should really be more
motivated.
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Tonight’s run marked one of the few times in my life that I thought
I was going to get run over by a car. As
you can see, I lived to tell the tale. I
can assure you that I was wearing light coloured clothing and looked both ways
before I crossed the crosswalk; there
was a stop sign, so the driver really had no excuse. I was pretty peeved about the whole incident
as he proceeded to beep and gesticulate after nearly killing me. I will let your imagination run wild with
thoughts on how I responded.
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