Georgia Rattler

     Ok so I thought I would give you an update on my peeling face.  If you missed it, read about it here. So as you may have guessed, I am still peeling and still not ready to show you what it looks like.  I can see improvement already (in my unfortunate scarring), but the peeling is pretty damn gross.  I promise to do a before and after next time.  Sorry y'all.

It's good for your skin! (that's what he said)

Dirty little gutter mind.  That's not what this is about! Pervert. 
This post is about me.  Like always.
I gave myself a chemical peel (facial) of 25% T.C.A. yesterday and frankly, it burned like a mofo and today I'm peeling like a Georgia Rattler.  I look pretty damn awful and I'm hoping this process will hurry up so I can go out in public without looking like a freak.  No pictures today.  Maybe tomorrow.  I'll keep you updated...For now, Ill return to my molting in the confounds of my bedroom.

Public Service Announcement: Please do not try this at home!  I have been receiving T.C.A. peel from a doctor as well as at home for over 2 years. Giving yourself a chemical peel of any type, can cause burns and scaring that can not be reversed, Also 25% is a cery highly acidic peel. Start lower.
OK. Now don't go doing anything dumb.
-ME

Shitty Mcgraw. Nasty A.F.

     Few things scare me more than shitting myself.  Very few.  There is really only one. (2 if you count bears, but you aren't counting, right?) Ok so the one thing that scares the literal and figurative shit out of me, is shitting myself during my first marathon.  Why would I have such a hideous and revolting thought? Because of this guy:

He shit himself during a marathon and kept on running like a gawt damned fool!  Talk about determination (or sheer stupidity)!  What ever you want to call it, I gotta give it to  him for finishing the race, albeit in 21st place.  I suppose I would have kept running too.  The only thing worse that being know as the runner who crapped themselves in the middle of a race with flash bulbs blinking and fellow runners jeering, is being the runner with with brown goo oozing out of your Nike shorts AND being a quitter.  I wish I could say that this wont ever hapen to me but 2 facts keep me from makeing such a staement: 1. I poo ALL the time.  after every meal, and at least 3 times a day.  2. Runners trots hit me at mile 5. Every. Time.  So what Do I do? Now that I have found this sport, I can't give it up, but I also dont want to end up like the poor schmuch above.

Thanks you Shitty Mcgraw for scaring me crap-less. Literally. 

Any advice?
Have you ever crapped yourself during a long run?