I ran errands on Sunday. By my last errand, I had to pee. Luckily, I wasn’t far from home. I have an internal pee meter so I knew that I could make it.
I sped home. By the time I parked in front of my building, my pee situation was dire. I HAD to go. I grabbed my groceries and walked into my building. When I reached the elevator, of course it was on the fifth floor. I decided that I had no time for that and so I ran up the stairs. I live on the fifth floor. There were a lot of steps involved.
I was out of breathe by the 4th floor and by the time I reached the fifth, I was feeling dizzy and cross-eyed. It felt as though my brain just had a dance party and I had trouble focusing my eyes. I wobbled my way to the bathroom and had the most glorious pee since the last time I had to really go and made it home without an accident.
Afterwards I told Vinny about what happened. He said it was a sign I should work out more. I think it’s a sign that I’m allergic to excessive physical activity and should never do it again.
This can’t happen again. But it probably will.