Not quite. Running does yield mud, but not that kind. This topic is very sensitive to me as I am probably the only person who experiences this more than 50% of days. That's right. I have an uncontrollable bowel movement problem (only when running of course). Honestly, it doesn't matter if I go before or not; Mount Saint Helens can erupt anywhere, anytime. You may think to yourself "Wow, he must really be embarrassed by this!" The fact is that I'm over it and I'd like to share some epic moments with all of you, especially KK.
Now most girls I have met refuse to use porto-johns as they "smell" or are "dirty". Yes, they are gross, but the fact is that men are just too manly for you and will shit anywhere they please. Of course I do not like being seen in this ungodly act, but when you really have to go, it really doesn't matter at that point.
Anyways, growing up in a quaint little Connecticut town with miles and miles of trails, it was not impossible to find somewhere to drop trou (at least once every mile). I can point out hundreds of spots where one should not walk in the woods (or even in the middle of trails and fields). After these luxuries, coming to Worcester put a burden on my training. There are only a handful of places one can safely dump without being prosecuted for indecent exposure, most of these being public restrooms in cafes, gas stations, or Assumption College. However! Today I ran Lost Boys, a 9 1/2 miler with perhaps 2 possible stops on the way: the Worcester JCC and Assumption. Now usually, if not in any rush to get back, I would have opted Assumption as they are always very nice in the fitness center. Well, heavy cramps started kicking in and there was no time to waste, so I waddled my way to the JCC (1/2 mile before Assumption might I add). The woman at the front desk explained that I may only use the restroom if I was escorted. Although weird, I would not have minded if I did not wait 4 minutes for another woman to track down such an "escort". Long story short, I had a very painful 2 1/2 miles back to campus, where I fumigated everyone out of the Harrington bathroom which was to be unoccupied for the next 24 hours due to toxic vapors.
That was probably my least favorite encounter of the second kind. I have tons more, but most aren't really funny (although poop IS funny).
LOLZ) in merrywood... we'd all stick a couple sheets of tp in that little and otherwise useless pocket in our running shorts, and if someone heard nature call while we were out, we'd offer up our sweaty stashes of ass-saving tp to the guy in need, and he would pop a squat behind the nearest tree or rock...