I peed my pants

I told you I have friends from Craig's List that I run with, right? Very early in our running meet ups, I peed my pants. This is how it all went down...


First, you should know that 3 of them are much faster than me, but are good sports and make me finish. I love that part. Early in our running, they were kicking my butt with an 11 minute mile (2.5 of them, actually), and we sprinted up a hill for the last tenth mile. Note: I needed to go to the ladies room since mile 1.


So, here we all are, the competitive nature in me keeping me going, and I realize while I'm sprinting that I must pee, NOW. I start walking about 30 feet before everyone else with the claim "I'm done, we went the 2. 5 miles, you suckers keep running if you want..." It was all a ploy.


I begin to panic. Which is worse? Your very new friends you met on the Internet seeing you let out a big pee in your pants, or squatting in a very nice neighborhood on a stranger's lawn and your very new friends possibly seeing your who-ha? I couldn't decide. Tears began to well up as I froze, standing, twisting my legs around each other, hand in my crotch holding in the pee. As I looked up to heaven, clenching EVERY muscle in my already exhausted body, a miracle happened: Only a little pee came out. But pee, none the less. I said my goodbyes quickly and headed home to shower/change and wash my pee pants.


So, I thank God for that little miracle when I peed my pants by no one could see. I still have my new friends, and they agree that this 3rd option was the way to go.