Today I walked around with a jug of my own piss. For the whole day. In my purse. And by jug, I mean a gallon-sized milk carton.
Raise of hands of anyone who can open their purse and pull out their own piss.
And if there might, in fact, be someone that can challenge this – let me take it a step further.
Today, I also did my two hour run on the treadmill. Piss collection had already started before I left for the gym, but the jug was safe at home, tucked in the fridge. Next to the salad dressing.
So when the first hour was done, I noticed a…well…fullness in my belly.
It was the piss.
And no jug to put it in.
So I ran through it, the whole next hour wondering what on earth I was going to do with a bladder full of the good stuff and no place to put it.
It was genius.
Two hours hit, I stopped the treadmill, jumped off, ran to the bathroom, poured the rest of my water down the drain and used my empty water bottle.
Once I got home, I put the “collection” in the official jug, tossed the water/piss bottle, and headed to the bike store to replace it.
I then proceeded to leave the jug in my sister's fridge when I was over there this afternoon, which made for a pleasant surprise as she reached for the grapes and a cup of pudding for her afternoon snack.
So yeah, that pretty much sums up Tuesday.