sunscreen?

It was a beautiful day & I was heading out to play some sloshball with friends in the park. Preparations:

me1: So we're going with the tanktop then?
me2: Yeah.
me3: Yep, sounds like a plan.

me2: Do you think we should put sunscreen on?
me1: Good idea! We've gotten sunburned on the shoulders before, let's apply it there.
me3: Yeah, the shoulders for sure, that's our problem spot.
me1: And we've got that everyday stuff that we use for our face, let's make sure we use that.
me2: Totally logical. Into it.

me3: What about the front?
me1 & me2: Wait, what?
me3: You know, this shirt shows off our clavicle area as well as the top of our chest...maybe we should put some there
me1: Oh, nah. Why? We never get sunburned there...
me2: Nah.
me3: It'll take like TWO sec-
me2: ..........naaaaaaaah.
me1: Dude, we're already late. Let's go.

[At the end of the day]

me3: This sunburn sucks. You guys suck.
me1 & me2: Shut up, we have the same body. We're suffering too.

I just wanted a salad, not an adrenalin rush.

So to the three of you who have been following my blog (thanks, btw), this post combines a couple (and by a couple I mean "several", and by "several" I really mean 4) things I've been blogging about lately.

1. Running
2. The Marina
3. Internal Dialogue
4. My Nemesis

I was walking with Bernadette in the Marina (explanation: I've been running along the Marina Green with her a few times a week...[explanation to the explanation: she made me do it at first and now I like it, okay?])...ahem. anyway.

I was walking with Bernadette in the Marina after our run towards this place that serves up pretty delicious salads. We jay walk (rebels), and out of the corner of my eye I see this red pickup truck start backing up and then stop and pull back into the driveway. I think nothing of it at the time.

Soooo we're walking down the sidewalk, with a lot of room to our left because we're respectful..and this DOUCHEBAG walks past me and totally checks me in the shoulder from behind and rudely says "EXCUSE ME".

The next half a second felt like 10 minutes to me, and my mind goes into full analysis self-talk mode:

[begin internal dialogue]

me1: Mother !@(*$* Marina fucking douchebag
me2: Fucking chode
me3: !!!

me1: Tense it up, I'm gonna punch this guy.
me2: Or at least yell at him.

me3: Maybe it's not worth it?
me1 & me2: WHAT?
me3: Maybe..well, we're tired, we just ran. Let's just forget it and get salad.

me1: Oh, she's turning toward him.
me2: Did we just shoot lasers out of our eyes or was that my imagination?
me3: We still have time we do NOT have to make eye contact.

[Makes eye contact]

me1: What the, wait..why can't I talk
me2: Why..wait...what the fuck?
me1 & me2 & me3: WE KNOW HIM!

[end internal dialogue]


And low and behold, it is Matt. My Nemesis. From work.

Apparently, he was already in his car when he had seen me and decided that he wanted to mess with me. Kudos to him. He was actually pretty proud of himself, asking "Did I get you?"

No blood was spilled tonight. It's his turf. And I wanted a salad.



Apparently my nemesis lives in the Marina.

Figures.

6:42 am = internal struggle.

So I ran last night (still a beginner). This caused me to fall into one of the deepest sleeps I've had in a long time.

I usually wake up at 7:15am to get to work, and I naturally woke up, groggily looked at my phone, and realized it was 6:42am.

I closed my eyes and this internal dialogue happened within the confines of my mind:

me1: F*CK it's 6:42!
me2: Is it really 6:42...are we dreaming again?
me3: Like that time that we overslept 'cause we totally dreamt we got ready and got on the bus?
me2: yeah I hate that. That's happened way too many times.
me1: SHUT THE F*CK UP, WE CAN STILL GO BACK TO SLEEP!
me2: Wait, I wanna make sure it's not 6:42 PM and we missed a whole day of work??
me3: OMIGOD did we do that did we do that double check double check!!!

[body opens eyes, checks cell phone time, affirms it with a look outside the window, and closes eyes]

me2: Yes. It's 6:42 am. We're good.
me1: WE STILL HAVE A HALF AN HOUR TO SLEEP GO BACK TO BED WE NEED THIS.
me3: ....well I think that our mind woke us up for a reason...
me2: Yeah! ...you wanna...go...running??! We've always wanted to try a morning r-
me1: NO! SHUT THE F*CK UP. WE ARE NOT F*CKING RUNNING.
me2: I'm just saying that maybe we should star-
me1: NOOOOOOOOOO.
GO.
TO.
SLEEP.
me2: ...
me3: ...
me1: !

me3: *I* thought it was a good idea...
me2: thanks..

me1: SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then I slipped back into sleep and woke back up at 7:35.