Ha.
So.

Today I went for a run. Nothing unusual there. I was aiming for at least 29 miles, but was hoping to do another 50k because it’s been a while and I REALLY need to get my mileage up for the 60k coming in May/June.

The run was really nice. Not too hot, not too cold, not too many people out, and I was deliberately trying to take it a bit slower than normal so that I wouldn’t completely burn out if I decided to go for the 50. Also, rather than run through the icy/slushy/wet hell that is Sue Higgins Park (a dog park), I took Nate’s advice and crossed the river to run on the other side.

I also did this because there were public bathrooms there that I was sure I had gotten water from last summer (we had walked down there with my mom).

So all was going well. The other side of the river was WAY nicer than the dog park side, and when I got to 14.5 miles, I turned around to head back home with the intention of stopping at the public bathroom (mile…18?) to grab some water with my little collapsible silicone cup.

Luckily there was no one in there, so I just held my breath (Covid fears…yes, I know, I know…), filled up the cup all the way, and went back outside to drink it.

Tasted kinda off, but not too bad.

Went back in to get some more just to wash out my mouth a little.

And when doing so, I noticed the big sign on the wall: “DO NOT DRINK THE WATER”

Sooooo…yeah. Apparently I’d just drank non-potable water.

(Which is weird, because I’m sure that I drank from that sink last year, hence my not even considering there was a “don’t drink the poop water” sign anywhere)

So I spent the rest of my run wondering if/when I’d experience any negative side effects from that.

I did do 50k, though, and was actually able to run up our hill at the end of the distance, which is not something I thought I’d be able to do at mile 30.5.

So maybe the poop water gave me extra power?

We’ll see if I die in the next few days, haha.
(One can only hope.)