A Little Potty Talk
I completed a half marathon last weekend and this time, I crossed the finish line under my own power (my first “half” didn’t go nearly as well…but that’s another story). Along the way I was relieved to find a port-a-potty a) because I really had to go and this meant b) I was actually well-hydrated for this run through our high-altitude, arid climate. After taking care of business, I was startled to see a man sitting by the side of the road near the portable stall. I hadn’t seen him before so I felt a little creeped out, especially as…
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