#68: Thoughts of Peeing in Memorial Park

It's been a long time since I ran at Memorial Park - so long that I got totally lost driving there today and had to make several u-turns before I found the correct area for running. Anyway, I finally parked and as I was walking over to the trail, I realized that the Dark Cherry Frappacino from Starbucks that I had a few hours ago wasn't the best choice prior to my run.  And as I looked around, I could NOT find one single bathroom...not ONE none!!

Wtf.

But my mind was set on running the whole track, and I convinced myself that there has to be a public restroom somewhere, and with that thought, off I went.  But as 2 minutes passed, and then 5 minutes passed, I didn't see any signs of internal disposal units. Fuck.  And with that my internal debate started...

Turn around and get back in your car!
No! Run the whole track...how long can it really be?
You need to go back...you just had a shot of espresso in your drink.
Well, there has to be a short cut somewhere...
Tawn, turn around girl, you need to turn around!
Hmm...there's a lot of trees and bushes...maybe I can leak there. I had practice in Vietnam!
             AHH...
Just run, you'll sweat it out.


So that's what I did...I ran, I sweat, and I ran faster to get back to my car.  I guess I got the workout I really wanted, and I did not find an accessible restroom the whole way around. 

With that being said, I made it to tell y'all the story of how I contemplated whether or not to leak in the forest of Memorial Park thanks to these bad boys (see below). 

Here are some other not so convenient moment at the park in addition to the restroom debacle:

• I tied my car keys to my shoelaces really tight.  So when I got to my car, I could only unlock it, but couldn't get the freaking car keys off my shoes.  Next thing you know, my shoe is off and transforms into a nice dangling ornament as I started my car.
• My headphones got stuck to my necklace and I couldn't get it off so I had to sit in my car for awhile untangling it all. Yes, I got stares.
• My friend told me that I may go to hell for some of the shit I write on my blog. I'm very sure she was joking, but still. Now I have to be really nice for the next few days which includes my internal thoughts. I do feel shitty for some of the stuff I write too, but because most of it is about my life, I'm not as compelled to say sorry.  But if you do deserve a sorry from me, you probably already got it along with me groveling because I don't want to sink deep into the depths of hell because they don't serve beer there...or mixed drinks.

What a fail.