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My OCD drives me to do things that are probably beyond the norm for... anyone.
I like to count. I like to count a lot, like Howard Hughes.
Yesterday Greggy and I were on the track by 7:30 AM. It was freezing. It was only 1° yesterday so a bit nippy. Had made up my mind that I was going to run 20 laps (8 Km). I was doing very well, counting along, with every lap feeling prouder of myself. I was sure I would have achieved the 20 lap goal, but at lap 19 Greggy said he had to go pee really really bad.
I would have asked him to go pee in the bushes but it was kinda light out and there were people walking their dogs, etc.... so.... I was forced to stop myself.
Took me about 1:02:00 to do 19 laps, not bad. I was kinda peeved knowing I could have hit 20 laps. Greggy said I have to take it easy... lest I get injuries, blah blah blah... and I said "Whatever, I just stopped so you can pee."
Anyway 3 hours later, my quads, hamstrings & right foot were feeling the pain. Greggy was right.
Women with OCD need husbands like Greggy.
