Bladder Control

After giving birth to four beauties my bladder control isn't what it used to be!

And today was a reminder of that...

You know before you have kids you hear on TV about women leaking urine or having all types of issues like that, and you think "Awe! That won't happen to me."

Well, think again! Unless you were one of the lucky ones who ended up with a c-section you may be left unscathed!

Since having Callum, I have been trying to get back in shape. Now that we are moved and fairly settled, I've been committing a lot more time to exercising. Since I am nursing Callum exclusively, I have to  make sure I am drinking lots of fluids, which means, lots of trips to the bathroom.

Today, I got sidetracked dealing with the kids while doing some jumping jacks and other crazy warm-up tricks before my run. As soon as Kevin came downstairs to watch the girls, I darted out the door.

As I am running up our hill, I am thinking "Uh oh. I have to pee"

But, I was too lazy to run back home.

Bad move.

So, I keep running. And as I continue to run, my brain is fixated on the fact that I have to pee.

What do I do? Keep running.

And I continue to think about it as my bladder is starting to scream at me!

As I am thinking about how badly I have to go, I am thinking how I am not in Maine anymore.

There are people everywhere. 


So, I continue to run. And run. And then I see a trail that leads off into the woods through some neighborhoods. Perfect.

But, the trails weave in and around homes. What if someone sees me? So, I keep going.

Then, it gets really bad, and the last thing I want to do is to pee myself. So, I start seriously looking for a place to go. As soon as I find a tree, two people pass me on bikes. Great.

I keep running.

Finally, I have no choice. I have to pee. IN the woods. Not in private. I find a tree, a big one. I squat down. And pee. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....


I pop up from my squat and start my way heading back home. Then, I get a hammy cramp. Great. This run is just going perfectly.

I keep running. And then I take some other trails, figure out that it isn't where I want to go. My hamstring is killing me. I get out to the main road and call Kevin.

Poor guy has to load up four kids, including a screaming baby who doesn't want to go into his car seat and pick up his wife. Yeah. I could have walked home, but it probably would have taken me forever.

Somedays it's just better to stay home and deal with the kids...and I've learned my lesson...Always go pee before a run! Peeing in the woods cramps my style!