 It hit me really quickly. I'd just finished a pizza and, as a cold sweat broke out across my forehead, I suddenly felt like I was going to vomit. Instead, I fainted. It was 2021, and my wife and I had just gone out for something to eat after I'd finished my second London Marathon. I was expecting to feel a tad knackered after the 26.2miles, but I didn't think I'd actually pass out. Up until that point, I'd managed to get through life without ever knowing that sometimes when you lose consciousness, your body evacuates your bowels. Mortifying though it was to learn, weirdly, it was this moment that would have a pivotal effect on my health for the rest of my life. Aside from the obvious embarrassment, s***ting yourself is a logistical nightmare. Especially in public. My wife and I were yet to pay for our meal when I started to feel sick, then passed out. She was terrified, caught my head in her arms and cradled me until I came round 20 seconds later. It's hard enough to get a waiters' attention, try doing it when you pong of poo. How much do you even tip? I'd crapped my pants in their restaurant, I wasn't confident the usual 10% was going to cut it. Then, we had to navigate back the 6.5 miles to our hotel in Canary Wharf. Unconvinced my Uber rating would ever recover from this disgusting drama, we opted for the Tube. If there's one piece of common knowledge about the Tube, it's that no one will acknowledge your existence. Not even on London Marathon day. The Underground doesn't smell great at the best of times, so being crammed with thousands of sweaty runners did nothing to improve the situation. However, I felt that I was able to add an extra dimension of stench. The fact that I had fainted made me realise this could be serious (Picture: Rebecca Need-Menear) I got back to the hotel, tired and traumatised – not the feelings I'd hoped for when I'd set off that morning. I){kind=link}
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It hit me really quickly.
I’d just finished a pizza and, as a cold sweat broke out across my forehead, I suddenly felt like I was going to vomit. Instead, I fainted.
It was 2021, and my wife and I had just gone out for something to eat after I’d finished my second London Marathon.
I was expecting to feel a tad knackered after the 26.2miles, but I didn’t think I’d actually pass out.