Marathon Incident

She was within three miles of her salvation, the Marathon in Boston in July, and representing the Andorra Nation she floated on a patriotic high. Drink Stations with electrolyte deluxe, she didn't like the flimsy paper cups, and concentrated fluid filled her socks but dehydration killed the frequent Ups that every runner needs to reach the end. This time she gulped the content in one hit, it was a mostly sugar-syrup blend and within minutes knew this would be it. Osmotic diarrhoea, a condition that strikes at very inconvenient times. It's when the inner man is on a mission and suddenly like lightning striking, primes the system for direct evacuation. As this came out with unaccustomed force, the first she noticed was the clear sensation of tepid liquids run onto the course all in slow motion for the spectators to see. She started limping as if a ligament was acting up above the stressed-out knee and grabbed some cups for her predicament. There is no happy end for this, no bloody way. She'd finished second with a time just fine, but when they pressed the VCR to play she was soaking in the tub and drinking wine. Note: True story of an incident in a Marathon. The country was changed and she beat me by about twenty minutes.