Where's a construction site when you need one?

Lizzy and I spent a great deal of time looking for a porta-potty. (Doesn't sound good after my post about my oh-so-wonderful wheat bread. BUT, I seriously don't think that was the issue.) It was a good run, otherwise. It was supposed to be an 11-miler, but I misunderstood what time Kelley had to leave. So, I had to nix the 2nd loop. Instead, I ate everything in sight.