After the jump, prepare to look at this physical specimen as he stands in awe of his accomplishment, even though he has a pound of shit splattered all over his leg. What's that pungent smell, you ask? Personal victory.

From a very impressed [sic'd] emailer:

This may be too small time for you guys but I was at Ironman Florida this past weekend and some guy sh*t all over himself. He totally rocked the race, finishing in 9:09 and qualifed for Kona/Hawaii Ironman in the process so more power too him.

Here's a picture:

I was very disappointed we didn't receive the usual batch of NYC marathoners with brown-blasted shorts. If you have any, please send to Subject, uh, Marathon Poop? Sure. Subject: Marathon Poop.

As you were.