My brain is kind of a scary place … after college, my knowledge of quadratic equations, world history, and geography packed up and moved out to make room for Center Stage quotes (Did you see how ON I was tonight?) and various bits of life-altering wisdom from Tyra Banks. I may not know where Bahrain is, but I will NEVER lose my neck in a photo.
I’ve come to realize, however, that my brain is even scarier when I’m running. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen. I tried to remember some of the stuff I thought about during my run on Saturday so I could show you guys the crazy (which was probably even more pronounced than usual since I took Benadryl for my allergies right before leaving). So here it is, my brain on a run:
Huh, I feel kind of drunk. Maybe that pre-run Benadryl was a bad idea.
Why did that biker laugh when I smiled at him? There better not be a bug in my teeth again.
Ooh a parked car, I can check my teeth in the window.
Well I don’t see anyth … SHIT there’s a person in there.
I have Bob Seger on my iPod? I am the least cool person alive.
WORKIN’ ON OUR NIGHT MOOOOOVES!
I wonder if anybody ever called Nostradamus Nostradumbass when he got stuff wrong. God, I’m hilarious. I should tell that joke to Dave when I get home.
Crap, another biker. Should I smile? What if there’s still a bug in my teeth? I could just wave, I guess.
I totally smized the shit out of that guy. Thanks, Tyra.
I miss Bob Seger.
I’m really dragging today. I should have had two cups of coffee this morning. I wonder if there is a high-caffeine variety of Shot Bloks.
Shit, I’m totally Jessie Spano.
That dog looked like Ryan Gosling!
Thank God it’s over. I’m never running again.
Hey Dave, do you think any body ever called Nostra … actually, never mind.