I was in college working on Nantucket for the summer and had been trying to jog. One day I got bold and decided to jog down this great multi-purpose path that headed out of town and towards the other side of the island. About a mile out of town my tummy started to feel funny so I turned around and started walking back. I got back into town and felt better so I jogged the long way home.
I was in the burbs of one of the poshest resort towns in the country. There was no public restroom and lots of 4 million dollar houses. My stomach started cramping badly and I started walking slowly home. about 5 blocks away it became very clear I wasn't going to make it despite my best efforts to squeeze it in. I shit myself badly. In shorts. There was poop in my shoes. And I was 5 blocks away from a house I shared with 8 people.
In shear panic I started running again trying to stay away from people. Every time I saw someone headed my way I ran down another side street. Poop sliding down my leg. Miraculously, no one was home when I made it back. I threw my shoes away.
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