After purposefully avoiding this topic for a few months, I think that I am ready to write this post. By doing so, I’ll be opening up a new door for Runner’s Delight. I’ll be exploring new territory; it’s a subject we all have in common (runners and non runners alike) and it’s something we should all be familiar with. Today, I’m going to write just a little bit about running and bowel movements*.
If you are not a runner, you might wonder what the two have in common. If you are a runner, you already know.
When I started running almost daily, I noticed a change in my intestinal track. At first, I was shocked. After being a once-a-day BM-er for the majority of my life, I was suddenly hitting the bathroom twice a day. It was like clockwork. You could have set your watch by my early morning and late afternoon trips to the bathroom at work, and I often wondered if my cubicle mates had noticed. I could not figure out what had happened to me.
After a few months, my body readjusted, and I went back to being a mostly once-a-dayer. However, while on a walk yesterday with a friend, W (name changed to protect the innocent), she mentioned that she had noticed that, as a very new runner, her bowel habits had changed. I shared the above story with her, and she said, “Me too!” A high-five was exchanged, because double BM’s deserve high-fives.
Running increases the speed at which your intestines process and deliver to your colon. This is problematic while you are running (which is a topic for another day), but when you are not, it simply means everything is in squeaky clean working order. As you start to run, and as you increase your distances, you’ll find your system attempting to keep up with you. I like to believe it’s just my body keeping itself healthy and emptying out toxins that make running harder. Really though, it has to do with the increased blood flow through your organs.
So new runners, you’ve been forewarned. BM’s are in your future (and hopefully everyone else’s, too).
* In my family, we’re prone to using scientific terms for bodily functions. Thus, as a child, I never had to “poo.” I had to BM. Imagine a three year old telling their parent they have to take a BM. That was me then. And it’s still me now.