I intended my first adventure off my Whole30 to be red wine. Then, my mom made her famous brownies. They were absolutely delicious. It didn’t surprise me at all when I had to stop during my run to use the restroom this morning. What did surprise me was the unfortunate series of events that occurred once I got to the restroom. There is a public access point for the beach about a mile from our beach house that has a nice indoor toilet. I was sweating by the time I got to the restroom. I barely made it. I didn’t even take time to lock the door on the single use room. The park is rarely populated, especially that early in the day. As I prepared to hover over the throne, I noticed a used feminine product was sitting in the bottom of the toilet. I quickly hit the flush lever and continued to prep for the emergency evacuation. As I looked down, the water just kept rising. I started fearing overflow and subsequent contact with blood borne pathogens. I ended up plunging to get the water to recede. As I was plunging with my shorts around my ankles, I heard footsteps on the deck outside the restroom. I quickly shuffled to the door and wrestled the lock into place. It was rediculously dramatic. I got the clog moved, finished what I came to do, and thanked the restroom gods for three distinct gifts. 1. The plunger. 2. That the water didn’t overflow. 3. Running water with hand soap. It was one of those experiences that made me wish I had just ducked behind some shrubbery. Luckily, it was toward the end of my workout. I had run to a neighborhood where my aunt and uncle have a condo so I could do my legs and back workout and use the monkey bars there for my pull-ups. I ran about 4.5 miles total. It wasn’t a bad workout overall. Just a bad restroom experience. Even after all of that, I ate another brownie after lunch today. Maybe I’ll just ensure I have some tissues with me on my run tomorrow. Before all the drama, I got this pic of the sun rising over the bay.