I love boxing class at the gym. I tried , but we all know how that turned out…. No, I’m too special for Zumba. We do something different each week at boxing class. Each week I leave feeling like I want to curl up in a ball and sleep for a few days. We do circuits, intervals, weights, pretty much anything that gets your heart rate up (in between the actual boxing of course).
This week, they busted out the jump ropes. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve jump roped, but it’s definitely been a very long time. When I was little, I did , and occasionally, we’d do double dutch jump roping at recess in grade school. Yeah, long time indeed. I was kind of excited when the instructor came in with the jump ropes. Awesome, I’ve got this.
I was handed a jump rope and told to jump for one minute. The rope was far too big for me. I held out my arms like I was trying to measure something long so that I wouldn’t trip over the ginormous rope.
I took my first jump. Oh. My. Goodness. Was that? Did I just…?
I jumped again. A look of horror spread across my face. The instructor looked at me oddly. I pretended to get my feet all caught in the ridiculously large rope to pass time, jumping as little as I could. I couldn’t just stand there, looking like a fool. I jumped again.
Oh crap. I kept jumping. With every jump, it kept happening. I constantly (on purpose) got my feet tangled in the rope. I kept jumping. With every jump, a couple drops of pee came out. I tried to hold it with all my might. I kept jumping. I kept leaking. I put my legs together as far as I possibly could, desperately trying to gain the much needed control of my rogue bladder.
“Ok, stop!” The instructor told us.
“I’ll be right back, I really have to pee!” More funny looks. Just behind me, another girl was running out too. We ran to the bathroom, emptied our bladders, and went back to class.
“At least you have an excuse,” the girl around my age said “I’ve never had a baby!”
“Sorry, seems I need to do more .” Yeah, I actually did announce this to the entire class. Why not?
Time to jump again. What??? How can this be happening again???? I JUST went to the bathroom! I spent most of the jump rope time pretending my feet were tangled in the rope with each jump. Plausible of course, since I’m fun-sized and the ropes are giant sized.
Lesson learned: do more kegels.