El ritual (del que nadie habla) antes de correr.

The ritual (that no one talks about) before running.

The pre-run poop: a sacred ritual no one talks about.

By someone who has suffered (and survived).

There are things that we runners take very seriously: pace, shoes, breakfast... and poop. Yes, you read that right. Because there's something that happens to your body when you run that no one warns you about at first, but we all eventually understand: if you don't empty your bowels, it can betray you halfway through a run.

I learned that the hard way. I don't know if it was the coffee, the nerves, or the universe conspiring, but once, on a long training run, I felt that classic demonic stomach cramp in the middle of the park. And there was no bathroom nearby. Spoiler: I survived, but it wasn't pretty.

The funny thing is that, over time, the pre-run poop becomes part of the ritual. Almost a superstition. I wake up, drink coffee, stretch a little... and wait. And when it happens, I feel relieved. When it doesn't, I run scared.

And I'm not the only one. I've talked to other runners and everyone, without exception, has had "that day." Some can't leave without having a bowel movement. Others swear that black coffee guarantees results. Some eat a light dinner the night before just for that. There are even those who make NASA-level calculations: "If I run at 7, then I have to wake up at 5 to have enough time."

And you know what? I think it's beautiful. Because it's the kind of thing that only we runners understand. Like black toenails, chafed nipples, or crying for no reason after a long run.

It's uncomfortable, of course. But it's also part of the body saying, "hey, I'm active." It's a sign that something is moving, literally. And even though no one posts about it on Instagram, we all experience it. So if you're reading this while waiting in the bathroom before your Sunday run, here's my message:

You are not alone. We are all in this together.

And if it hasn't happened to you yet, get ready. One day, you'll be running with your legs clenched... but not from effort.

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