Camp Pants

These are the best orange corduroy pants in the whole world.
I took this picture on the way to breakfast on Saturday morning.
They are dry in this picture.
They were not dry on Friday night.

Sure it was kind of wet and rainy down by the campfire after our cabin v.s. cabin Amazing Race through camp. In theory everyone had wet pants. But I had REALLY wet pants because bladder leaked Prosecco as we ran all over following clues to eat saltines and whistle, to play dice and down mini shots, to bob for apples, to sing silly songs around flag poles and to answer questions about candy bars.

Through the dark and between the flashlights I heard a lot of girls mentioning that they were peeing in their pants so I knew I wasn't totally alone. After being mistakenly lead to the wrong fire ring I had to stop and change my pants because well...I needed to. It's totally embarrassing to admit that I leak when I run, cough, sneeze, laugh, or jump but I'm going on a limb to tell my little story so other girls can avoid Depends in their thirties too. Luckily we found the secret stash of counselor Always pads on Day 2 of camp so I could make it through because we had a lot of laughing, jumping and running left to do around Camp Ton-A-Wandah.

On October 20th I'm having surgery to fix up my leaky bladder. I can't wait to go on a run without an overnight pad and to just not leak. I had the bladder study done last week and on Friday I'll get the results of that during a pre-surgery visit with the uro/gyn in town. So skip the bladder posts if you want but from what I heard through fellow campers it's more of a problem than I thought.