I was halfway across the Queensboro Bridge when a not-so-unfamiliar feeling hit me: I had to take a shit. I was 1.5 miles into my run, and I had emptied the tank just before I left my apartment. As I ...
The ideal trip to the bathroom is forgotten in an instant. No mess, no fuss – just effortless pooping. But there are times when the simple act of defecation can become fraught with danger. From stress ...