Please Pardon the "P"

This quite possibly could be and probably is the most preposterous post I have ever presented. Even in my pondering of how to explain my predicament I am perplexed. I have become plump since my health has become precarious. Once upon a time I was in pristine physical shape. It wasn't for prestige or praise but for peace. I felt pretty close to perfect. Since my health has plundered I have become a couch potato. I knew my future looked problematic. Any time I thought of bench pressing or any thing physical I thought, " Psh" and then I presumed my potato position. Pitiful.

 In my pursuit to improve my physique I paid for a personal trainer. He isn't preachy or prudish. He presses me to push myself to the point of pain. I appreciate it.

At one point in my play, he presented a series of jumps. Up and down, and jump, jump, jump. Repeat, repeat, repeat. It looked pretty pointless, kind of like hopscotch. Apparently my bladder needs a pin up or a few staples for as I began to jump jump JUMP, I peed my pants. I felt paralyzed and pretty pathetic.

Poor personal trainer, he probably thought I had pulled something because I stopped in my path and paused. All I could put into words at that point was,
"That probably isn't a plus for my bladder. "
He looked puzzled but I had no desire to explain. My pride was in jeopardy.

Now that I know my predicament and he presents another set up of jump, jump JUMPS, I simply turn to him politely and plainly state,
" I gotta go potty first."