It Happens: Professional Sport and Pooping
“AFTER RACING NEARLY 140 miles, first through the ocean, then across the blackened lava fields of Kona, Hawaii, Julie Moss crested the final hill of the 1982 Ironman Triathlon alone in front, hovering near delirium. She was also about 45 seconds from becoming, as she remembers it, “the ultimate, giant, chocolate mess.”“
Seriously, you should read this horrifying/edifying article. Here.
