Seems like I've written a lot about stuff that wouldn't be great dinner conversation, lately. But here's my beef: Pros, okay. Lance, absolutely. Weekend warriors in a charity bike event? Nu uh.
I had a eyeful of "nature breaks" in California. I even rode behind the guy who was aiming his yellow stream toward the curb while he was riding! Sick.
So men, I admit you've got us gals on this one. But find a tree, or a cactus, or a half landscape wall. Something. Don't just pull over. Is that too much to ask?
At Grandmas Marathon in Minnesota a few years ago, I was greeted at the very first expo booth that was selling these. Wow. "Hello ma'am, can I tell you a little about the Go Girl?"
Yeah, no. As much as I would enjoy peeing in a funnel, I just couldn't stomach it. Or maybe I couldn't stand around talking about it in a banquet hall with thousands of runners. And if that makes me weird, so be it.
Pee in private. Por favor.