I was halfway across the Queensboro Bridge when a not-so-unfamiliar feeling hit me: I had to take a shit. I was 1.5 miles into my run, and I had emptied the tank just before I left my apartment. As I ...
Her children were the first to catch the runner mid-poop, with her pants around her ankles, Cathy Budde said. Immediately, they ran to get their mother.