ФИТНЕС!

I woke up this morning and my stomach wasn't feeling right. Went and took a dump, felt better, and decided that I was okay to hit the gym. I downed my preworkout, and off I went. Well, it was squat day of 5/3/1, and this week was the third week out of four (and the heaviest of them all - the 4th week is a deload week). All of the sets went great up until my 95% of my max for 1+ reps.
I loaded up the bar, get myself set, and my stomach started gurgling. Oh boy, I thought, I better make this quick. First rep came easy. Second rep was more difficult. On the third rep, I went down, strained, and a geyser of diarrhea burst forth from my asshole. Luckily I was the only one in that section of the gym at the time, so I escaped unnoticed. I did the only thing one can do in that situation, I went to the bathroom, rinsed off my ass, changed back into my work clothes, ditched the shit-shorts, and hauled ass out of there before anyone could find my poo puddle. I don't intend on ever returning to that gym. But hey, at least I'm not black, right?

via reddit.com

Иногда я боюсь, что это может произойти со мной.