This just happened to me and I’m so glad there’s a thread to unburden myself in (for the second time in one day wey) so I don’t have to start one.
Was out for a run trying to clear my head from some work stress and just suddenly really needed to go. Quickly realised I wasn’t going to make it home in time. Ran to a leisure centre with plans to go inside but at the door I was suddenly gripped with the panic of shitting myself inside before I located a bathroom so I sprinted into the car park, wrestled through some undergrowth and finally unclenched. Was terrified that someone would spot me as I was next to some stairs with occasional parents and kids walking past but I think I was covered enough.
Had a second attack and thought about squatting in a bush but spotted someone walking up the path and couldn’t so I held on for dear life and eventually just sat on a bench and let it happen like a dog that knows it can’t shit inside but is going for it anyway.
Finally made it to the beach where, in the dark, I thought I could relax a bit but then someone appeared from the end of one of the tide breakers walking straight towards me so I collected my things and sprinted home.
To further add shame to it before my first ‘incident’ when I was firmly in the extreme concentration phase I was witness to a fairly aggressive confontation between a man who’d been cycling very fast in a no cycling zone and a frightened woman who’d suggested he used the cycle lane; ordinarily I would have told him to fuck off but I had to keep my head down for fear of confronting a man and immediately soiling myself. Feel very bad about this.
Anyway it’s prompted me to chill out for a night, been working too hard and sleeping erratically and those things catch up eventually. (or maybe it was the Korean food, but… nah)
