We just keep coming back, don't we?
This weekend I try yet again for a sub-5hr marathon. Bearing in mind I can comfortably do a 2:08 half without pushing myself at all, sub 5 should be the very least I can do, yet the spectre of shitting my pants comes every times I run a marathon.
So this time, I am taking IBS meds and Imodium, and am going to stick a cork up my arse in order to run a race without needing a shit.
Fingers crossed. Sunday morning into early afternoon, I'm aiming for a 4:40-ish marathon. And I'm wearing my iPod the whole way round, I don't give a fuck who's there cheering.
Here's to sub-5, and no shitting.