Janech
Rookie
Always stop at a particular oval on the way to footy training to use their facilities.
One particular day about a month and a half ago, I'd been feeling pretty dodgy all day but hadn't been able to really 'relieve' myself (sister cooked dinner the night before), and was tossing up whether to train.
Anyway, I fell asleep on the lounge and woke up about the time I usually leave... mad rush to get changed and on my way, so ignored the pulsating in my stomach. Anyway, about 10 mins from our training ground/5 mins from my regular toilet stop, I get the sudden urge to 'go'. What's worse, I've left later than usual and, as such, the traffic is quite a bit heavier. I manage to hold it through red light after red light, and then, just when the end of my journey is near.........
I hear the unmistakable clanging from ahead to signal a train. NOT GOOD.
In a state of panic, I look around desperately for a place to unload the contents of my bowels. Nothing. Traffic is at a complete standstill. Another train. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??
Well, that's when it happened. I just couldn't hold it any longer. And once it started, it wasn't showing any signs of stopping. I had to crack a window. The smell was horrible. I have no doubt the look on my face would've been worse.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the clanging of the trains subsided and I was on my way again... albeit no longer in possession of my dignity.
Reached my usual stop a few minutes later; disposed of the undies, cleaned myself up, spent another 10 mins on the loo, and emerged about 4kg lighter than when I'd left home an hour beforehand.
Yes, I still went to training... sans undies. Trained well too. Just thankful I'd had the foresight to wear black shorts that night...
Went to the doc a couple of days later and he pretty much confirmed it: my sister had given me food poisoning. Put me off chicken for a month.
Things like these build character... right?
One particular day about a month and a half ago, I'd been feeling pretty dodgy all day but hadn't been able to really 'relieve' myself (sister cooked dinner the night before), and was tossing up whether to train.
Anyway, I fell asleep on the lounge and woke up about the time I usually leave... mad rush to get changed and on my way, so ignored the pulsating in my stomach. Anyway, about 10 mins from our training ground/5 mins from my regular toilet stop, I get the sudden urge to 'go'. What's worse, I've left later than usual and, as such, the traffic is quite a bit heavier. I manage to hold it through red light after red light, and then, just when the end of my journey is near.........
I hear the unmistakable clanging from ahead to signal a train. NOT GOOD.
In a state of panic, I look around desperately for a place to unload the contents of my bowels. Nothing. Traffic is at a complete standstill. Another train. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??
Well, that's when it happened. I just couldn't hold it any longer. And once it started, it wasn't showing any signs of stopping. I had to crack a window. The smell was horrible. I have no doubt the look on my face would've been worse.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the clanging of the trains subsided and I was on my way again... albeit no longer in possession of my dignity.
Reached my usual stop a few minutes later; disposed of the undies, cleaned myself up, spent another 10 mins on the loo, and emerged about 4kg lighter than when I'd left home an hour beforehand.
Yes, I still went to training... sans undies. Trained well too. Just thankful I'd had the foresight to wear black shorts that night...
Went to the doc a couple of days later and he pretty much confirmed it: my sister had given me food poisoning. Put me off chicken for a month.
Things like these build character... right?






Had to stop off there a couple of times on the way to training when running late from work... then one week went straight to training and did an LCL. It's stupid but I don't want to risk changing the routine again 
