After a pretty successful Track season, I had one opportunity to make it to
the Districts meet. A pretty big event. I had a reputation as one of the
county's best milers.
But I hadn't quite made the qualifying time required for Districts. The
was my final chance.
The meet took place on a Saturday. Ten teams had arrived on my high school
campus for this last huge meet. Over a hundred runners and spectators were
Afterwards, the season would end for the majority of us. If I ran a
qualifying time in this
meet, it would actually count twice, and I could go to Districts.
I warmed up, stretched, ran a few laps. And I also drank fluids so I
dehydrate. No one told me I should not have
been drinking iced tea.
BANG! The gun sounded and off I ran around the track. I had a good start,
about six girls were before me, ten behind. I began to move up in the pack.
The first lap went well, my pace was great. Then to my horror, I realized
too late I should have
visited the locker room one last time...
A cramp took hold of my bladder and slowly began squeezing it . I imagined
bladder growing smaller and smaller, while its contents increased in
Pain shot through me with every pounding step I ran. And then the dam
broke. Not a torrent or a
stream that would have quickly relieved my agony, but a trickle that
down my legs and flew off in tiny droplets onto the track.
Whimpers of pain escaped my lips, and tears started flowing down my face
almost as quickly as the pee-pee down my legs. Even worse, as a freshman,
last choice when it came to our uniforms. I was wearing what the team
"bloomers:" shorts with elastized legs holes that looked like diapers. How
appropriate. I wished at that point they were diapers.
Somehow I managed to keep running despite my pain and embarrassment. I
stop running; if I did, I'd have to explain why. And I no longer had
control over my bladder
so even if I stopped it wouldn't. I kept running knowing that as soon
as I finished I could disappear and minimize my embarrassment further.
I passed people. Fifth, fourth, then third. Suddenly I found myself in
place! I wanted to get off that track as soon as possible and
passing people along the way was incidental. By then a trail of liquid
the track. Urine flicked off my shoes. "Boy, that girl really sweats!" was
I hoped the other runners thought.
The finish line came in sight. So did the hundred people watching from the
stands, the track, and the field. Normally, when you finish your event, you
back to the timers to get your results. Not me! I sprinted across the
off the track, and right into the school. Someone finally found me ten
minutes later. In the
bathroom, crying in pain, and still "going," luckily this time into the
Miracles do happen, I'm sure of it. Despite my pain and mental suffering
run my best mile ever. I came in second, won a medal, and ran my fastest
mile, a 5:38.
And yes, it was the exact time I needed to qualify for the Districts meet.