I was walking to my local bakery to pick up something sweet for breakfast. The Chicago marathon is a few weeks away so many runners are on the street training. A sweaty, rugby-player-built guy runs by and I notice reddish brown liquid down his legs. I did a double take and he had a brown stain on his running shorts and indeed running down his leg. Running long distances can jostle the bowels and this guy either couldn’t find a place to stop, or didn’t want to. A guy enjoying his coffee turned to me and said, in disgust, “What was that?” I said, “I think he crapped his pants”. Not a great way for that poor runner to start his Sunday.