It’s been awhile.
But I’m full-out on the training for the NYC Marathon. Which started this week, officially. But I’ve had a few setbacks before I started officially training. Two months, I fell out of a van in Buffalo and sprained my ankle. Prior to that, I had hurt my hip and took it easy running for a bit and even did more cross training to compensate.
I figured that the heat/humidity would stand for something, but with training starting this week and the weather being the way it is, it’s absolutely KILLED ME. It’s brutal out there. BUH ROO TAL.
But that’s not all. Training isn’t training if I don’t at least find the humor in it or try to make it funny. But here goes.
So when you run long distances chances are you need to do two things: hydrate, and pee. Because with all that hydrating you’re doing, you’re going to need to pee, right? I ran a race on Independence Day, and luckily I was able to go before the race. Last year, when I did my first half marathon, I was amazed that, for a race for all women, there wasn’t a more orderly way to use the rest rooms. In fact, I had to get creative, and wait till the gun went off, hit the head, then hit the starting line.
Since I was wearing a shoe tag, I just needed to cross the start, so it was all good.
Meanwhile, in real life, I am not one of those girls who constantly complains about needing to go to the bathroom. “Oh I need to pee.” Etc, etc. I get it, people are different but I never believe in “breaking the seal” or anything like that. In fact, it takes me awhile to even feel the urge.
For long distance running though, it goes without saying that you’ll have to hit the bathroom at some point. Luckily in my first two half marathons, I was able to be drained while I ran, so that I didn’t have the urge. There was one time, however, that I went for a jog, just a five mile run, that my bladder started doing weird things. It was then that I thought, for races and anything over five miles, I need to wear a sanitary napkin.
There’s no shame.
Then there’s today. Since this is a relatively “light” week with running, I only planned on doing three miles. But one problem. Though I had “gone” a few minutes before leaving the house, by the time I made it to the street, I had the urge. And not just a “Oh I can pee, but it can wait.” It was more of a, “I should REALLY find a bathroom soon.”
So what does she do? She continues to the park. Well, I figure that I could manage for three miles.
Around mile two, I REALLY needed to go. Of course, in Central Park, there aren’t many places to bail. So I had to literally suck it up. It’s then that I think of the virtues of catheterization. So I’m heading towards the home stretch. I’m about 2 3/4 miles in when…
My bladder gives me a signal. Oh, now, it’s time to stop and walk.
Sucks, because I was on a roll pretty much.
Never before was I so pissed off at my bladder. But I guess that it’s better at this point than being pissed ON.
I guess the moral of the story is…GO. Go to the bathroom when you have the chance. I think it was Erma Bombeck who once said, if you have the opportunity to use a bathroom before you leave, USE IT. Yup, that was me. It cut into my time, my training and made me really mad.
But hey. At least I made it home, and was able to use my bathroom. No harm, no foul, I suppose.