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the pain

So. My dad and I are on our way to Michigan International Speedway to watch the Sirius 400 Winston cup race. I've never been to a NASCAR race before, and it was actually a lot of fun, but that's not the point here. The point, is the pain. Oh. The pain.

I had to urinate. Badly. And since we weren't even 3 Miles from the track, I figured I'd hold it till we got there. Little did I know that the 3 mile approach is a 2 hour stop-and-start traffic jam. It makes sense when you think about it though. When you try and cram 160,000 people into the same spot, using only 2 lane backwoods roads, there's bound to be traffic problems.

So. There were really no options. I maybe could have tried to bottle it, but in such slow moving traffic, that would have been pretty visible. There's the run out to side of road option, but I would have to contend with the people walking the last few miles into the track. So, foolishly, I hold. We're almost there. Right?

We finally make the turn into the driveway, and my body is pleased. We're in the home stretch. The pain is building, but bearable, since we so close. We get to the lot we want to park in, near our seats!! It's closed. Extremely full, extremely closed. Looks like we're going to be driving for a while. Slowly. Walking would be much faster. Walking would also be painful. And now there's cops everywhere, so the just whip it out options are long gone.

I decide the pain cannot be tolerated any longer. And decide to jump out, wait in an outhouse line, and then find my dad somehow. After realizing that finding his car amongst the thousands that were there would be impossible, I go with the pain some more.

We finally get to a place we can park, it must be a mile from the track, and I make a dash to the woods nearby. Nothing. My body is very mad at me. It wanted to piss 3 hours ago. Not now. Now it wants to make my kidneys throb. Silly me. So finally, it complies. And I get back to the car. Where I have to lay for ten minutes. In pain. Moving is not an option.

I figure it was like a good workout. My piss-holder-inner muscles don't get worked out too often, so they were pretty tired, and needed a rest. My brother thinks I'm broken now, and will no longer be able to hold it for any reasonable length of time. I'll report back to you if that's the case. I wonder how long it's physically possible to hold it. I suppose until you pass out maybe. Oh well. My body has survived. So far. :)