Caution - TMI

This past weekend I ran in my first 8K race (5 miles).  It was to raise money for ovarian cancer research.  The great thing about this race is only women could participate in the run.  The unexpected thing is it was a trail run through the woods and MAJOR hills.  I have never run on a trail and did not train for such a race.  I've been running outside through my neighborhood and a nearby park (mostly flat surfaces).  To my surprise, I did pretty well in the race.  My time was much higher than I had planned on, but again I planed on a road race.  I finished in 56:03.  There were some parts that I had to walk, the hills were just too steep. 

Speaking of steep hills, when you run up a hill usually you also have to run down a hill.  This is where TMI begins.  So the first mile was pretty easy, and then I saw the hill of death.  Seriously it was straight up.  I started to slowly jog up, but didn't want to waste all my energy, so I walked most.  At the top of the hill, the trail evened out and I was able to recovery pretty quickly.  Well then I had to run down hill, I thought this will be great, I can make up some time from the previous climb.  I started running down pretty fast and then all of the sudden I wet my pants.  Yes, after child birth you lose control of your lady parts.  It was as if each step down, I leaked a little more.  And if you know me at all, I speak what is on my mind without really thinking about it first.  And I just yelled out, "I just wet my pants!"  The ladies around me (all strangers) started laughing and one informed me that it happens to her all the time.  Well at least I'm not the only one. 

When I got to the bottom of the hill, I quickly began looking for a big bush or tree that I could stop and pee.  All the sudden I saw some dense coverage and thought it would be a great place to pee.  I ran off the course and crouched down behind a bush.  However, during mid-pee I realized that I was squatting in the middle of a mountain bike trail.  Awesome!  Luckily, no one road their bike past me and I didn't have anymore accidents the rest of the race.  But I think the next time I do a trail run, I'll wear Depends.

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Random silly thoughts :)

Do you see the glass half full or half empty?
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