With lockdown being over, and various premises now being open, I look back at those charming cold winter days filled with dread and uncertainty. Running was even more of an escape than before. Mental/physical saviour. So, there was a particular half marathon run that will forever stay with me, for all the awkward reasons.
Rule number 1. Do not, ever, under any circumstances, drink diuretics before the long run. I had a cup of green tea less than half an hour before I set off, oblivious to the consequences. Why? Dunno. Senior moment, I guess.
Into the 7th km I knew I was in for a long afternoon. Past the 10K mark I started looking for escape routes. I knew that south London route inside out, very urban, no hiding spots. I knew that there would be an alley behind Iceland, approx 3.5km from where I was, near a popular park. London was heaving. Cold but sunny day. Loads of people out but everything was shut. My poor bladder was bursting.
And sure enough, there was Iceland. The alley was empty, a large Iceland truck parked behind, offering a shelter to a wretched and confused runner. As I released a groan of relief I could hear somebody's anger, mid-leak.
'Excuse me!!! What do you think you're doing?!?' That lady was not happy.
Well, I knew EXACTLY what I was doing. A middle aged runner dressed up in the latest garish basketball couture, relieving himself whilst being berated by a very pretty young woman who happened to be living in a converted warehouse apartment next to which I was answering the call of nature.
My apologies and explanations were drowned in her verbal barrage: 'That's not good enough, that is definitely not good enough, how dare you....??!!', while I continued regardless, hoping for the world to end. With the job completed I just apologised profusely once more, arms wide apart, looking her right in the eyes and before she could utter another word I sprinted away like a trained athlete, half my age.
Thinking back, my only other choice was to wet my shorts. Did I do the right thing? Not sure. You tell me. No diuretics for me again, no matter what.