So, I woke up at 5:00 am to go on my usual 5 mile run (with some strides at the end) and from the moment I woke up I felt the slight need to go to the bathroom (Catch my drift?). I completely ignored the feeling and went about my business. I was about a half mile into my run when I suddenly felt and heard my stomach rumbling and fumbling. "That's ok," I thought, "I'll just hold it in!" I kept on trotting down my running route until I was abruptly stopped by the pain in my abdomen. The urge to go to the bathroom just grew and grew more painful. There was absolutely no way I could hold that in. I felt like my body was losing control. My bowels were totally dictating every step I took and every thought I had in my mind.
I quickly stopped running and began walking. The thought of taking one more step made my mind crazy and my sphincter tighter. But where would I go? My house was 1.5 miles away and I could hardly walk. That feeling suddenly became a religious experience when the only words out of my mouth were, "Oh my God!" I thought about going into a building but they were all closed. The nearest park was about 1/4 of a mile away and I could not hold it that long. The thought of pooping like a dog behind a bush started to appear like a really good idea, but I couldn't oblige. Me, poop like a dog on the road? I could just see myself on the Miami Herald: "Cop is arrested for taking a sh*t in public." Thanks, I'll pass on that one!
I kept on walking towards the park looking like Quasimoto with a pancake ass. As I kept on walking, I prayed to God and made him promises that I would be the best human being if He would just let me hold that thing in. Moments later, I approached the park and saw the bathroom from a distance. Yay, a dirty and infested bathroom with no paper!!! I did not care. I waddled my body to the bathroom and seconds later I could hear angels singing above me. Thank you God!!
I will not tell you what happened after the 10 minutes I spent in the bathroom, nor will I volunteer to explain how I cleaned myself, but the point is, I made it to the bathroom.
Lessons learned:1. Pregnant women, listen to me: Don't ignore what you're body tells you. If you need to go, GO!
2. Pregnant women cannot hold IT in like non-pregnant women can (That's because we have added pressure to our bladders and abdomen).
3. Make sure there's several bathrooms along your running routes.
What I'm thankful for:
1. I'm thankful that God threw me a bone and I didn't crap myself (I promise I'll be good..wink) ;)
2. I'm thankful for my t-shirt. Period.
And she lived happily ever after with one less running t-shirt...
Have you ever experienced anything like this?
I'm grateful for....Read story above.