A Run to Forget

I have to post this, but fair warning, if you aren't a runner you won't appreciate it. Yesterday I got early so I could run before we left for Madrid. I was up and I was feeling good and although I couldn't go to the bathroom, I thought I'd be O.K. So off I went. Burgos is so quiet at 7am and I was loving it. It's been awhile since I've run in the dark and I was thinking that this was the best time of day and I was running fast. The city workers and I exchanged Buenos Dias and all was going well until mile 4 1/2 and that's when it all went south. I'll just say this. I'm glad I had tights on (first time wearing them) and I'm glad it was pitch black and I'm glad the streets were pretty empty, although there were a few people out by now. Why the heck doesn't a city have porta potties or any public restrooms anywhere? No wonder their forest looks like a huge toilet with paper lying around everywhere. What else can you do? My problem was that I was back in the city by that time, so that wasn't an option. It was bad and that's all I'm going to say. Real bad. I can only think of one other time that was worse. And I don't want to remember. Can anyone relate?