Kind of had the shits this morning, but nothing after 1PM, so I thought I was in the clear. Was out for a stroll this evening and after the first mile I sensed a little disruption but certainly nothing that couldn't wait another 30-40 minutes. About 5 minutes later, it was evident that my previous assessment was flawed. I head back from whence I came which takes me past Hancock golf course. I contemplated taking a shit right there as it was dark out, but as I was now only .5 mi from the home throne and feeling confident, I soldiered on. That home stretch up Red River got a bit dicey.
Had to stop a block from my house, cease all movement, take some deep breaths and just concentrate on not shitting myself for a minute. I barely made it home and executed the classic airborne spin/shorts drop as my ass exploded immediately on contact with the seat. If I'm being honest, I'm pretty sure there was a negligible amount of leakage betwixt my cheeks, but all fabrics were clean. As nothing can be proven at this point, I'm going to consider my record still unblemished in '24.