.... in a race I was running this morning?
I think she'd had a Paula Radcliffe moment - there was an orange-brown smear in a very unfortunate place on the back of her leggings. The course was muddy so at first I thought it was mud, but then looking at where it was, I realised it probably wasn't .
Now if it were me, I'd like to know I had poo all over my bottom for all the world to see, so as I went past her I suggested, as gently as I could, that she might want to move the jacket around her waist a bit to cover her bum. She really didn't get what I meant, asked me what was wrong with her jacket, and I didn't know how to explain.
She asked the guy she was running with what was wrong, so hopefully he saw and explained to her... I was so embarassed I raced off ahead!
Was I wrong to say anything? It all got more complicated that I thought it would! I mean, how could she not have known that she'd crapped herself!?
Would you rather have been told or left in blissful ignorance, until you got home, saw the mess and realised everyone else would have seen it! Not to mention the mess she would have made of her car seats!
Feeling funny about the whole thing.....