Do you like my post title?  Did it lure you in with its ambiguity?

I ran today – first run since the 10 mile extravaganza that was Saturday.  It was awesome.  There was just enough sunshine to keep me warm, and except for a brief sleet storm, the weather held.  I found myself taking turns that didn’t lead me back to work, just for the sheer joy of running.  I love those days.  I stretched a lot after, remembering the wonky knee of Saturday, but except for the barest indication of a twinge, I felt great.


I am personally unable to talk about certain bodily functions, so I’m not sure how well this story will translate, but here goes.

I occasionally use the bathroom.  I think most people do.  Sometimes at home, sometimes at work, sometimes at bars.  Although I personally cringe at the thought of anyone knowing that I might utilize the bathroom to perform certain indelicate tasks, and I try to time my visits to make sure that no one would know, there are times when it’s unavoidable.  For instance, if I was in the bathroom, and someone else came in, if they did not leave very quickly, I would just go about my business.

However, today, after my run, I was in the restroom at work changing.  There was very clearly someone in the next stall.  Someone, who to judge from the rustling of pages turning, brought reading material.  Someone, who except for the aforementioned page rustling, made nary a peep the entire time I was in the bathroom.  Something like 10 minutes.  I kinda wanted to just let her know that it was okay to poop while I was there.  I wouldn’t be offended, nor would I mock her, but I didn’t say anything.  Because I can’t actually say “poop” to a stranger.  Unless that stranger is the scores of people now reading this.


It’s amazing how much your work load increases once people know you’re leaving in three weeks.


  1. Though I missed you in class yesterday AM, I’m happy to hear that you rocked your run, especially after your EXTREME athlete weekend. Holy moly!

    And size 4 pants? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t imagine the grin on your face buying those… and experience I’ve yet to encounter myself…sigh….. Anyway, I hope your uh, loving relative’s comments didn’t deflate your pride over your major success!

    As for your last paragraph… Reading material in the work bathroom? I have no comments. Haha!

    1. Sizing is such an interesting thing, isn’t it? I hit size 4 at 145 pounds, but a friend who I would swear has a similar build, and isn’t too much taller than me, didn’t hit size 4 until she was under 130. I have another friend who’s lost a lot of weight, but because she’s a Glamazon and over 6 inches taller than me, she will likely never be a size 4 (unless she develops an eating disorder).

      It’s so funny, I think, that I get so hung up on size when it’s so arbitrary….but I do.

      I hope to see you tomorrow!

  2. OMG. It could be worse: maybe she didn’t have to poop and it was a different, more scandalous form of reading material… Figures my mind totally goes to the gutter.

    Glad your run was awesome!! Hope the knee doesn’t bother you.

    1. Oh dear god – I hadn’t even considered that! Which is not like me, usually I do go straight to the gutter. Wow, I’m a little disappointed in myself, not to mentioned a little grossed out.

      Knees are in great shape today!

  3. I would not have been able to say anything to the lady with reading material in the bathroom. I would have sent her “it’s OK” vibes, but definitely wouldn’t have said anything. 🙂

    Nice job on the run – keep it up.

    Knitting when it’s warm out pretty much equates to knitting small projects, like socks, hats – definitely not blankets, sweaters, etc.

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