Thanks to a question on Facebook, we’ve got the mother of all TMI Tuesdays today! There’s a little something for everyone, from wardrobe malfunctions to Code Browns and everything in between….
SBS kicks it off: It was in a Portland half-marathon called Race for the Roses, and it was the first race Molly and I were running together. I was SO excited: I got us cute matching outfits, including a running skirt, which, it turns out, was too short for my 5′ 11″ frame. Around Mile 7, a gal I’d met at the expo ran past me and started to talk to me. I excitedly turned to greet her. Turns out she’d caught up with me to let me know my bum-cheeks were hanging out from the built-in undies! Oy!
AJ: Serious out of nowhere code brown… I had to call my husband to come get me and to bring a towel. It was horrifying. He mentioned it the other day and apparently thought it was just a shart. I didn’t have the heart to tell him nope, it was a full on code brown. 💩 😨 💩
Speaking of blow outs… Stephanie F: I was about 3 miles from home, running through a park, when I felt a sudden cold draft on my nether regions. Ducked into a porta potty and sure enough, the crotch of my running tights had totally blown out. Fortunately I wasn’t commando, but it still was a long, awkward run home!
Gertrude B: I met my kid and husband at the children’s museum at the end of my 22 mile long run. All the kids were horrified to see me. I didn’t lube up well enough and it turns out those wicking shirts REALLY disperse liquid.
Megan E: It all started off innocently enough, empty running trail, fog, Zombies, Run! app playing. I’m about a mile in and the episode is set at night and it was kinda creepy with the fog. I was starting to see things because I have an overactive imagination. Well, I’m looking into the fog and see a figure appearing. I laugh it off “boy, my imagination is in overdrive.” Then, the other runner popped through the fog and I screamed like a little girl. I mean – I screamed like someone was attempting to axe-murder me. The poor guy jumped and I’m yelling back an apology “I’m so sorry, it was Zombies, Run!” I could have crawled under one of the benches I was so embarrassed.
Kristi K wanted just one thing: I came running into the 50 mile turnaround at the Leadville trail race where my best running friend and her husband awaited me. As I rummaged through my pre-packed box, her husband asks “what are you looking for? I set it all out so I bet I can help you find it faster.” “A MAXI PAD, DAVE, I’M LOOKING FOR A MAXI PAD!” We all just bust up laughing. He said “I have a wife and 3 kids, I know what those look like. There isn’t one here but I heard another woman ask for a tampon so I bet we could find you one!” Runners are just good people.
How about you? Any TMI embarrassments to add?
I live in OKC and traveled to Tulsa for the Route 66 half-marathon a couple of years ago. I neglected to layout my clothes when I got to Tulsa so I did not realize I had left my sport bra at home until the morning of the race! I decided to wear my “regular” bra because I had nothing else. The weather was VERY cold and by mile 9 I was chaffed so bad I ducked into a porta-potty, stripped off my jacket, shirt, undershirt and bra. It was so hard to take off all those sweaty clothes then try to get them back on while shivering – UGH! I handed off my bra to my husband and ran the rest of the race “free”. Now I ALWAYS lay out my clothes when I arrive in a new city.
My story is similar to Gertrude’s. I was set to run 19 miles training for a fall marathon. So at this point of the training, the weather has cooled a bit in my part of the country and i was wearing a shirt with a lightweight running jacket. I didn’t have all my mojo that day and couldn’t finish. I was just at 18 miles and called the hubby to come collect me. I told him where I was but started to at least walk in that direction so he would see me as I was in one of the local towns. My legs were spent and so was my spirit so i looked like a sorry soul. As I was walking I felt burning in my chest area and looked down to see that my running bra chaffed so badly I bleed through my shirt and running jacket, and naturally, they were both white! Between the sorry look of defeat on my face, my dragging legs and the blood, I looked like the walking dead!
The worst is probably when the velcro blew out on my over worked boob holders. I had to basically run holding my bra up for the rest of the run. (now I carry a safety pin just in case!)