Okay, so I tried this running thing again today. I feel as though I did worse than the time before even though I walked/ran a longer distance—2.0 miles. I could not run as far as I really wished I could. My body couldn’t do it. It fought me every step of the way. My calves hurt, my upper thighs hurt, my lungs and heart were about to go on strike AND my stupid bladder was against me from the get go.
Every time I start walking my bladder kicks in and puts a damper on the whole thing. All I can think is, “I’ve got to go potty and there’s no place to do it.” Park bathrooms, though the park is a highly trafficked area (at least the park I run at), are locked up tight. Technically it is still winter. Nothing is open. Each time I walk past that concrete block structure taunting me with its restroom sign, my bladder balloons a little more.
I don’t get it. There has to be a better way. I know other women have this same problem too—the “running bladder condition.” I asked my husband what I would do should I need to use the bathroom while running the Ragnar race. Are there port-a-potties along the route? The answer is no. At stops there are, but not along the running trail. He said I would have to find a bush or tree.
Really? Hmmm….I don’t think so. What to do, what to do? This is a conundrum. I do know of some women joggers that use adult diapers for this very problem—not going to happen either. That is a visual I do not want to have. Emb
I guess while I train my legs, heart, and lungs to get ready for the run of our life, I’m going to have to get my bladder into ship shape as well. Not sure how. There must be a way.
I’m a work in progress and my progress is small—unfortunately, so is my bladder.