I’m still trying to figure out where is the fun of running voluntarily if it makes us lose control of our bowels. If I’m running a race and the urge to purge occurs, that’s the point I would bow out of the race. I can’t see crossing that finish line with crap running down my legs and a happy smile across my face.
Now if I’m running for my life and that happens, yeah, I can see it. Surviving would be much more important.
But that’s just me.
Peach
“I’m still trying to figure out where is the fun of running voluntarily if it makes us lose control of our bowels.”
Those people are sick. Bulemic, anorexic or both along with whatever other issues they may have.