A workout story...

Right after getting Phil out the door:  I have to pee.
3 minutes into run:  I really have to pee.
4 minutes into run:  No, really REALLY have to pee.
6 minutes into run:  I wonder if the neighbors would notice a lady squatting in the woods?
7 minutes into run:  There isn't enough woods here to shield me from eyes.
8 minutes into run:  Maybe I could go deeper into the woods?  But what if I end up like Addison from Grey's with poison ivy on my va-jay-jay?  No going into the woods.
10 minutes into run:  I should just turn around and go home to pee.
10.5 minutes into run:  If I go home, I won't finish my workout.
12 minutes into run:  You didn't go very far.  You should keep going.
12.5 minutes into run:  I HAVE TO PEE, SLAVE DRIVER!
13 minutes into run:  I wonder if I stopped at some random person's house if they would let me use their bathroom?  I wonder if they'd hold Phil for me...
15 minutes into run:  It's going to trickle down my leg at any moment now.
16 minutes into run:  Ughh, rein it in Phil, we're walking.  No more jiggle of the bladder.
19 minutes into walk:  If I jog I'll get home faster.
21 minutes into run:  No pit stops for marking Phil, I got my own business to do!
23 minutes into run:  Who's good idea was this?  Why has there been so much pee today?
25 minutes into run:  Omg, why do I have to live upstairs?
26 minutes after leaving home:  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Sweet release.

In other news, how about this delightful fall weather?!?