Had a good 5 mile run yesterday, did some extra stretching, got a lot of work done, went to bed nice and early.
I was sleeping having pleasant dreams, when all of the sudden my dream started to change into something bad.
I woke up and was disoriented and felt a strong urge to run to the toilet.
Thank goodness I made it. whew.
after 10 minutes I realized it wasn’t going to stop and the noise i was making was going to wake everyone up.
I managed to get myself together enough to consider making it to the downstairs head. I put on my robe and made a hurried quiet walk to the downstairs commode. I was relieved to reach my destination without incident. I prepared to place myself on the recepticle when, to my horror, I noticed there was no facial tissue. “Shit” I proclaimed. I gave up on the quiet part and scurried back upstairs to locate a spare roll.
By this point my insides where aching for release. I made a mad dash back downstairs spare tissue in hand and took my position on the throne.
I spent the next 5 hours on and off the porcelain princess in 20 minute increments. I managed to fall back asleep for a short while but was interrupted by horrible about battling continuously flushing johns. I did not win that battle.
What a crappy start to the day.
Needless to say I skipped my 3 mile run today. Hopefully I’ll feel like myself tomorrow and be back on track.