Not the kind of run I expected

As I write this I should be running a half marathon in Alloa.

Unfortunately I am dealing with a different kind of run - diabolical diarrhoea.

It started late last night and has continued on to this morning, it ain't fun and it's also the first time I've ever had to miss a race. Unfortunately there is no "next year" for this one, today was the last ever Alloa Half Marathon and was fully subscribed to weeks ago (I was one of the last lucky people to get a place) so I feel rotten to the very core as I have deprived someone of a place and will never be able to take part.

I did have ideas of taking some immodium and hoping for the best but I actually didn't feel that good when I woke up and I'm unable to hold on to water (need the bathroom after drinking pure water) hence I would just dehydrate at about 4 miles in. Besides which the other half banned me from even thinking about it - I guess he didn't fancy carting me off to the nearest A and E department when it all went wrong, bless him for thinking of me.

So the only running I will be doing today is to and from the bathroom (boom, boom).