On Saturday, I did just over 6m with my sister. On Sunday she and I did 5m. (Yes, with my sister. Even though she's almost twice as fast as I am, she's big into doubles these days, so she squeezed in a recovery run with me.) Those two runs were a little harder, but still nice. It started raining about 4m into our Saturday run, which was refreshing (although cold).
My sister stopped to use the "bathroom" three times during that run. We were on a well-traveled multi-use path in a very suburban area (the Prairie Path, if you're in/near Chitown) - she was mere feet from people's backyards. Pretty weird. The third time, just as she was about to drop her Nike shorts, I pointed out to her that she was quite literally in front of the door to the local Historical Museum. With a bathroom inside. Fewer than 10ft away.
She did take my suggestion of using the public bathroom, but the last thing she said as she ran through the door was, "Well, at least this gives you something to put in your blog!"
I would rather be able to report that my sister had learned sphincter control. She wants me to share this (very disturbing) article about what the author calls "The Tao of Poo." You've been warned. NB: my sister was not about to win an Ironman during our 6m jaunt. If there's cash on the line, I'm much more likely to say anything goes.