I remember when I first saw the story about Kiran Gandhi and her infamous London Marathon.

"Bad ass," I thought. And I wonder if I would do the same in her situation?

Well, I haven’t reached the marathon mark, but I sure am training for one.

And can I just say, when it rains, it pours when it comes to running and your period. Not every time, but we all have that one day. That one day where your period has a mind of its own.

I’ve bled through multiple pairs of jeans, two of those being in the same day. On one occasion, back when I was still waitressing I could feel it happening, which led to me having to run home quick to change (thankfully I lived only a block away). It took only a wide-eyed gesture to the crotch of my jeans to a coworker to cover me while I was gone. “Oh nooo…. wow,” was her response.

The first time it happened while I was running, I was already a mile into my run when I could feel it starting. Shoot, I thought. Hmm, should I turn around and run home? Or chance it? Screw it, I’m going to keep running.

And so I kept running.

Did I bleed through everything? You bet. But, I tucked my shirt into the back of my pants in a “sweatshirt around the waist” attempt.

That’s happened twice now.

Looking at the predictions in period tracker app, my period should be over (by a day or two) by the time my marathon rolls around. But that’s just a prediction and cycles can shift this way and that, so who knows what my fate for that day actually holds.

I remember in high school when the worst thing that could happen was the possibility that you would leak through your pants. We all fed each other horror stories of embarrassment.

The girl in the white pants.

The girl who left a puddle of blood on her chair.

They go on and on.

If you ever leave a pool of blood in a chair, you deserve an medal because that’s an accomplishment.

It’s inevitable that you’re going to bleed through countless things in your lifetime, and I’m going to let you in on a little secret: life goes on. It’s not the huge deal people make it out to be. I bet 99% of the time you’ll be the only one who knows it happens.

It’s always me that feels the need to let someone else in on my situation. Look what happened!

If you skinned your knee and it was slowly pooling into a patch on your knee, would you be embarrassed?

Hell no.

I’ve decided to not let it be something that embarrasses me anymore. Because it doesn’t. I’m over it. I’ve got bigger things in life to concern myself with.

So laugh it off and share it with a friend.