Prior to a marathon
Posted: 13 Oct 2016, 11:42
This sighting is from back in the year 2000 but still sticks with me to this day.
A slightly unusual marathon was taking place in one of the Northern provinces here in The Netherlands. Unlike most races, it was a "point-to-point" race which meant that its start and finish were a long way away from each other. We had to assemble in the finish area first, make sure we were already to start the race there, and then we were taken altogether in a convoy of hired-in buses to the start. They were public transport buses, needless to say, with no facilities on board!
I remember that we had to board the buses in our running kit and then were kept waiting a long time before they actually set off. Meanwhile we were all hydrating from our water and energy drink bottles as we sat and waited, in preparation for the race. After we finally set off, the journey was a further half hour or so in convoy.
Well, I was evidently sitting in the wrong bus. But I didn't miss the latter part of the drama. When we finally arrived at the starting area of the race, deep in the countryside, lots and lots of guys immediately alighted from the buses and ran for a line of trees where bladders were gratefully emptied. But the people alighting from the bus in front of the one I had been in were hampered by a young guy, maybe 20-25 years old, wearing running kit including red shorts, standing right by the open rear doors where he had just got out and peeing forcefully straight down onto the ground. Others alighting from his bus were having to step round him as he stood there, an expression of embarrassment mixed with relief all over his face, letting loose a veritable torrent.
It looked to me as if he could not possibly have lasted out a moment longer in that bus. Certainly he had no time to get to the line of trees.
Wish I'd been in his bus on that journey!
A slightly unusual marathon was taking place in one of the Northern provinces here in The Netherlands. Unlike most races, it was a "point-to-point" race which meant that its start and finish were a long way away from each other. We had to assemble in the finish area first, make sure we were already to start the race there, and then we were taken altogether in a convoy of hired-in buses to the start. They were public transport buses, needless to say, with no facilities on board!
I remember that we had to board the buses in our running kit and then were kept waiting a long time before they actually set off. Meanwhile we were all hydrating from our water and energy drink bottles as we sat and waited, in preparation for the race. After we finally set off, the journey was a further half hour or so in convoy.
Well, I was evidently sitting in the wrong bus. But I didn't miss the latter part of the drama. When we finally arrived at the starting area of the race, deep in the countryside, lots and lots of guys immediately alighted from the buses and ran for a line of trees where bladders were gratefully emptied. But the people alighting from the bus in front of the one I had been in were hampered by a young guy, maybe 20-25 years old, wearing running kit including red shorts, standing right by the open rear doors where he had just got out and peeing forcefully straight down onto the ground. Others alighting from his bus were having to step round him as he stood there, an expression of embarrassment mixed with relief all over his face, letting loose a veritable torrent.
It looked to me as if he could not possibly have lasted out a moment longer in that bus. Certainly he had no time to get to the line of trees.
Wish I'd been in his bus on that journey!