Yesterday, my knee got messed up so near the end of the match I had to take my boot off to check on it. As I was going through the curtain with my boot in my hand, a chubby kid with a Cena shirt ran up to me and I tried to give him a high five. He had no interest in the high five, and asked me if he could have my sock. A picture of this incident is on my facebook, only topped by the pic of me blowing out Kelley’s candles. I reallllllly didn’t want to give him my sock, but then realized I’d never have someone want one of my socks again. I gave him my sock (what he does with it I don’t wanna know), and walked around all night with a sweaty foot. This morning before Matt goes to campus, he asks “Hey dude, do you have any clean socks I can wear?” Hmm…
I’m about to run my 13th, 14th, and 15th miles of the week, all thanks to my lovely Ipod. Clearly bragging, but dammit, it’s been rough.
