the cum diaries
2017-07-02 10:19 p.m.

oh shit. i ran 36 with martin yesterday. but its a misnomer because the run was 23 before martin started to have issues. which i feel really awesome about because i'm the weaker runner on almost every single run except 3 or 5. but the heat, the ridiculousness of 20 minute miles and itchy legs... pondering what an itch even is... egged on by beer stops in cool... the convo got out of hand. like legit nasty gross jokes that turn your stomach. turned our stomachs. i'm too embarrassed to even repeat how low we went. its kind of awkward to think about. he's my friend, but... i felt like we should both set some boundaries after that run.

i did learn a lot about his frat days which fascinates me to no end. it turns out fraternities are more horrible than i suspected they were - and more meaningful to him than i can fathom. its so strange. i think i could more easily learn to understand religion than fraternities.

8 more miles of scenic strip mall shakeout this morning just to put up more than 60 for the week. what what!? yes. also as a bit of an atonement for wednesday. lemoore. the wrecking bar, unexpectedly. plastic shot glasses and sailors. the night did not end well.

so far this year, i've found myself at least 3 times sitting in a bathroom wondering how the hell i can escape unseen. once in an old sacramento bar. later the same evening in a loft just a block away. and then in a restroom in lemoore with a broken stall door and my drink left unattended. i exited and headed in a direct line towards the exit, but i got caught before i could get out....

martin joked that our run should be called the "my first and last name" memorial run. because apparently i can't look after myself when by myself. it embarrassing to think he could be right.

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