That’s right I said Shatam
Shatam is a dear friend of mine, we all have that friend don’t we people. 30 minutes into your run they are off into the bush for the extended berry picking exploration, by this I mean poop, exclaiming “shouldn’t have eaten Indian, or Japanese, or Thai, or really anything solid,” the night before a long run.
Tell my why?
It’s so weird that it is like clockwork, and why would you eat Indian or Mexican the night before a long run? The only one who’s going to suffer here is all the rest of us trying not to run behind Shatam while he off gasses his life away.
We all love our token Shatam’s though, I mean who would we mock and talk about lovingly in front of their backs without them.
This one’s for you Shatam