I am resigned to the fact I will never be an Olympic athlete, despite dreams of maybe being one of those ultra cool guys who looks like he spent half his life downing Duff Beer at Moe's, and then strolled onto the skeet range and and cans till snare Gold in the Trap...
So I have no knowledge of the mystical world of Olympic sports, but even I never suspected that an elite athlete's bowel movements occur at such a pace, that one pan could not keep up.
Exhibit A: Laura Cross Country Skiing and Biathlon centre, Sochi
(not shown: the single toilet roll holder, on the left hand wall. Wiping if you sit on the right is not an option, apparently).
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