Marathon runners and Triathaletes

Sometimes you’ll see one go huffing by with crap running down their legs.  That’s dedication and grit, both of which I haven’t got.  I brought a kitchen knife out deep into the woods one lonesome hike when I was 13.  Now I’m 41 and there’s still turds falling outta my jock strap.  They can “maybe” into one hand and piss into their other. What a stupid waste of  time.