The Worst Marathon Anecdote Ever Told
This comes courtesy of Terry Cooke of the Hamilton Spectator and needs no further embellishment:
The low point of that race for me came at about mile 22 when the poor guy just in front of me lost control of his bowels and pooped all over my running shoes.
An excellent reason for me to continue opting for half marathons over fulls.
Reasons being: sanitation, anti-TP fuel belt stance, avoidance of unnecessary shoe wear and tear, I dislike wearing other people’s fecal matter.
It sucks being behind someone who can’t keep their shit together.
Thankfully, there is no video.