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Welcome to UriNation

3/22/2014

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by Erin Croley

When you've had two kids, peeing yourself unexpectedly is part of your joyful new life, or so I'd heard from a few mama friends. I'd even known a mama friend on my soccer team to bring a fresh set of underwear and shorts for the second half of games. She said it happened every time she ran, escaping pee. Yikes! Really?

Besides when sneezing, because who can fight that powerful force of nature, I felt lucky to have escaped this mama fate. Sure, neither of my kids slept through the night until they were 15 months old, but public urination, avoided! 
As a mother runner who nursed both kids, traveling to run races did mean other embarrassing mama tales. The occasional breast milk leakage-whoops, did I just spill my water on my shirt? Clumsy me!  And oh, I know I've just met 4 of the 5 of you amazing Hood to Coast relay van-mates, and that I'm sure you expected a lot of strange and disgusting bodily functions and hilarity while being trapped in a van with your teammates for 36 hours, so adding a breast-pumping mama to the mix isn't a big deal, right? Yep, that's breast milk in the cooler. I've totally got enough if you want to try some plain or put it in your coffee. 

It was during this relay race adventure, my first Hood to Coast, the Mother of all Relays, that I joined the mother runner UriNation.
The weekend before H2C I ran my longest distance so far, 16 miles, training for my first marathon. So, let's say that even though I was new to running, I had logged some miles and faced some unexpected challenges-shin splints, dehydration, mid-run fueling gone wrong, exhaustion, i-can't-do-this crying meltdowns, learning to plan routes with Honey Buckets or open public restrooms-but I wasn't prepared for what happened on my very first leg (leg 6 for those who know the race). 

I was nervous and excited. H2C was the race that made me want to be a runner, and here I was, fulfilling a dream. I went to the bathroom, checked my gear, and got ready for the leg 5 runner, my husband, to slap that relay wrist bracelet on and send me on my way. 
It was a perfect beginning. I was in a groove along highway 26's rolling hills, my pace a full minute faster than my training time. I couldn't be happier. 

With 2 miles of my 6.78 left to go, I realized that I had to go. I can hold it. 1.5 miles-is there anywhere off the side of the road I can sneak to go? Nope. It's like a wide-open prairie here. I can hold it. Maybe run faster. 1 mile left-whoops, was that a little squirt? Okay, disaster averted. Now I know I can hold it. 0.75 miles-squirt, squirt, hmmmm...

I'm in the town of Sandy now, really no where to duck and pee. And this race isn't just about me, I've got to finish my first leg strong for my team. I can hold it.

0.65 miles-I can't hold it. I'm letting it go. 

Okay, that's not so bad. I'm sure my underwear and shorts just soaked it up. After all, I can't have that much in me; I'm a sweating machine right now. Whoa, is that moisture hitting my back and legs? I glance behind me and see the tiny sprays of moisture bouncing off the heels of my shoes as my feet kick up in my wake. Tink, tink, tink. The pee, having soaked through my shorts, is now dripping down and tinking off my shoes to make sure I remember with each step that I'm a mama and a runner and am now a part of the UriNation. 

As I near the exchange, a major exchange where both team vans and all 12 teammates meet-up, I'm not thinking about the urine, I'm thinking about the hand-off, and my time, and do I look like I'm giving it my all, because I really am. I'm dreaming of a Gatorade and high fives and maybe a mid-morning beer between this leg and the next. 

Holy cow, an 8:35 pace! Yes, it was awesome! Oh, and I peed myself. "You what?" Well, I'm pretty sure as soon as I walk away, or you smell the  bag of dirty clothes heating up in the van as we drive on, it will be obvious so I might as well own it. It was such a relief, literally. My teammates were amazing. They laughed, asked for details, took pictures and posted them to Facebook, and really, I loved it! It was like an initiation into this running community I had craved without even realizing. 
Yes, I changed clothes, and felt better about exposing my boobs via the breast pump, and instantly bonded with 4 strangers forever. If there is one race I would run every year, it's Hood to Coast. It's never the same, but it's always hilarious and liberating and a reminder that running is more than a community, it's a supportive family that loves you more the more honest you are. 

I think about that first leg every time I think about H2C, and was recently surprised when a friend new to running proudly informed me, "I'm in the Erin club now!" What? What club? "The I peed myself during a race club." Heck yea!!! You go sista runner! Welcome to the UriNation! It's an amazing club and membership is free and simple. You just have to pee yourself and own it.


Check out Erin's profile and links to her other posts on our Contributors page.


Thanks to Liz Mahlum for all the evidence, I means photos, of this adventure, and for being an amazing team captain!
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Tracy
3/22/2014 02:35:31 pm

I became a Erin club-member at the Octoberfest in Seattle last October...I'm much older than you all, and my baby-having days long behind me. I don't run as far as you fit sassy girls, but I did have a pee-venture at that race! We rock!!!!

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Erin @ChafingTheDream link
3/22/2014 11:46:13 pm

"Pee-venture"!!! Love it! Thanks for sharing Tracy!

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Shannon Twigg
3/23/2014 03:13:22 am

Just joined the Golden Sock Club last week. I knew it could happen, but was a bit surprised when it actually did. It's funny to think of how stressed I was when the urge first hit, with no where to 'go', and how elated I was , when 4 miles later I just let go. I have to say it was the best urination experience I've had to date. The funny part to me , was that I was only 1/2 a mile from home at the time. But, as the saying goes, 'when you gotta go you gotta go'. And I really did. Later, I shared my little story with a friend's husband, who is a serious long distance runner. He giggled, and shared some stories of times when either he, or a fellow runner lost control of other bodily functions. And they weren't running home alone. I will take tinkle any day.

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Erin @ChafingTheDream link
3/23/2014 02:44:40 pm

"Golden Sock Club"! I had no idea there were so many names for peeing on a run :). I think I need to start collecting the names for a top ten list. Thank you for sharing, Shannon! It is a strangely liberating experience, and I find it so amusing that I'm struggling to potty train my son right now while celebrating our runner "accidents".

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