Uh-oh

Today I felt strong. We did a four mile run in the neighborhood. The whole first half was completely uphill and I kept my goal pace for my daily runs (goal pace = pretty dang slow, rather than normal pace which = slower than a snail). I was enjoying my music. Seriously, hips don't lie...and Shakira makes me run faster. My legs felt good. My breathing was a little bit off because of allergies, but in general I felt great! Then it happened...the 72 ounces of water that I drank throughout the day came back to haunt me...in a very umm...urgent way. I had to go and I had to go NOW. I was running downhill so every step I took shook me around even more. I felt like my bladder was a soda bottle with the lid on being shaken up. I was about to explode! Now I'm not a prissy girl, and I don't turn up my nose to peeing outdoors when the situation is appropriate...but we live in a neighborhood...not the woods. It was about 60 degrees and sunny today (which for Seattle is a pretty great day). Families were out playing soccer in their yards, old ladies tending their gardens, a baseball game going on at the park. I'm sorry, but I am not about to show my bare white butt to anyone under the age of...well...dead. Not that I'm going to be showing my bare butt to any dead people in the near future either...but anyway. I had to stop running to stop the shaking up of my bladder and walk as fast as possible to the nearest park...which it turned out had no bathroom (don't ask me what all those baseball moms do when they finish their lattes and have to pee!). I ended up walking the rest of the way home and I must walk fast (or run slower than I thought) because I made it home just 2 minutes slower than our normal 4 mile time! I made it to the bathroom, but just barely, and I am so glad I did. I don't think I could explain to Kyle why I wet my pants, let alone ever get the image out of his head. Take my advice: don't drink 72 ounces of water before you run!