Up early this morning 6.30am and out of the door by 7am, 40 minute drive down the motorway to meet a fellow runner to do some reconnaissance for the Thames 100 miler in April.
It was only when I arrived that my body decided it needed some pre-run relief of the No.2 variety. No public toilets anywhere in the tiny English village of Bray. I know because I drove around the whole village looking.
It was then that I realised I had these in the boot. For those that don’t recognise that, that’s a potty. And I have one because I’ve got a 2 year-old son who is about to start potty training.
Now you can imagine what crossed my mind.
Needless to say I didn’t. I’m not a) a savage b) 2 years old. But the thought did cross my mind. So would it ever be ok?