Interesting run on Sunday, decided I’d go for a more scenic one, so set off down the canal towpath. At about 6km it started chucking down. Not impressed with this summer at all. Then at 9km the real fun started. I had a full blown stomach cramps episode, and bloody hell, I’m not on one of my usual loops so no escape route, no friendly pubs or supermarkets, and I’m nearly 10km from home...
Walked a bit, turned round and ran for home, but had to stop a couple of times to tell my bowels to get a grip. Kept at it but the last km was a nightmare. Was very glad to reach the great white throne. Never had runners belly before, and hope it’s not going to become a regular occurrence! I’m blaming it on an overindulgence of alcohol and kleftico on Saturday.
That race looks fun John