Yesterday I became a guy I had criticized in the past. Runs without a shirt guy.
Call me a hypocrite, but I couldn't help it. With the sun kicking it up a notch, I didn't want lame ass shirt tan lines on my arms. So, then I went with the wife beater while running. Wake up in the morning... vicious wife beater tan.
So I could either keep up the tank top tan and reserve spots in the trailer park and unemployment line, or I could go all the way and run sans shirt.
And, originally, my complaint was that the guys running shirtless at the track were unathletic, out-of-shape slugs who shouldn't even take their shirts off to take a shower, much less in public. I, though, am borderline demigod in physique, so I figure no harm no foul. I don't do abs for hours a week to hide them behind a wife beater.
One thing I'm not demi-god at is softball. I had never played any sort of organized baseball in my life, and my intramural softball debut the other night showed it. 2 at-bats. 2 strike-outs. I played a decent catcher though. And atleast I looked pseudo intimidating with my cut off shirt and my 22 dollar kneehigh skiing socks. I need to get a little batting cage time in and I'll be good. Or atleast mediocre. Or maybe just slightly poor instead of horrible. I'll take that.
I have no idea how Easter is so early this year. I specifically remember it being an April holiday throughout my childhood. And I get no time off for school for it. No respect for the Easter bunny these days, I can't believe it.
I've got no engagements this weekend. Except for watch LOST since my Thursday night lab means I can NEVER catch it live. But that'll only take 45 minutes. Could make for some relaxation. Or boredom. Hopefully the former.
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