Posted by Lynn on May 13, 2002 at 16:05
Frankly in all the time I spent as an instructor, there were dozens of little "oops's" while the girls were doing thier aerobics. Most never even acknowledged it. Being up front, I could see.
I relate the story of Gail, a pregnant woman of about 25 years who made it clear to me that she would be damned if she got all fat and flabby after having her first child.
Gail was a real trooper and kept up with all of the exercises. Then one day I thought Gail's water broke. The crotch of her hunter green strech pants was soaked. But, Gail was not nearly that far along. While everybody was doing a basic routine, I asked Gail if she was alright. Here's to honesty. She said she was fine but just "peed my pants a little". A little? She was wet to her knees. God bless her, she kept on exercising with the rest of the class 'til the end of the session. Talk about no embarrassment...
Judy was a different critter altogether. She'd leave in the middle of class no matter what time of day it was. It would be as if she'd simply had enough.
One evening, as I was making the rounds of the locker room, I came across Judy's locker. She almost never left anything in there except basic toiletries. This time there was her knee length shorts. Any evidence of wettness had long since dried, but the nose can tell. Am I right? She had taken her panties home undoubtedly to wash but had left her grey shorts. Sherlock Holmes I am not, but the evidence was clear... those shorts has been wet. I then began to understand Judy's leaving before the class was over. She had been wetting herself.
Many of the women I saw wet suffered from stress incontinence. I don't think there is a whole lot sexy about that. But, the kicker (no pun intended) was when the owner's wife who is a certified AFFA trainer, and a righteous bitch to match, decided she was going to do one of my classes.
I had started the class of perhaps 15 people. We were about 10 minutes into it when Susan decided she was going to take over. It became obvious really quickly that Susan wanted to show everybody what great shape she was in. She kicked up the intensity a good deal more than I would have. Many of the girls were having a hard time keeping up. I was on stage with her (really a little platform) and saw her face go white. For a second I really thought she was having a heart attack or something. Then I looked down and saw that her white stretch pants had become very wet in the crotch. Yellow, in fact. I get a hoot out of that, sorry. She had obviously lost it. What was the owner's wife going to do?
What any self important, egotistical person would do. Leave.
Yes, in the middle of the routine she handed it of to me (conveniently) and bolted out of the room. Personally, I liked the poetic justice. I knew I wouldn't see her execise togs that night as I had seen her running past the window in her wet pants towards her car. I will say she never tried to commandeer another one of my classes.
There are a couple of other stories including one of myself where the pee was running down my legs and I couldn't stop the class, ah, those halcion days.