running at 5am produces a variety of conversational results. mix together the spectrum of people that show up to run at zero-dark-thirty in the morning, the early morning fatigue that usually accompanies the participants of such early events and the mental tunnel that is generated by running for hours in a bubble of headlamp light and, voila!, the bizarre occurs. many, many times the participants of these runs have lamented the fact that none of us carry a recording device. oh, the hilarity that would result from a “dawn patrol” podcast.
take, for instance, this tuesday’s stroll through shady canyon from the quail hill trail head. the conversation went something like this:
p: no, really guys, what do you think of when you hear that a guy has pierced nipples?
j: well, i think about how bad they’d chafe over the course of a long run.
p: no, what do you of the guy?
j: [purposefully ignoring the follow-up question and continuing the train of thought] i mean, the piercing causes the nipple to be erect all the time and you’d always have to wear band aids over top of them. and those little circular band aids have the mesh in the middle which isn’t adhesive and you’d have to try to pinch the band aid around the nipple since it wouldn’t have the areola to adhere to…
r: it sounds like you’ve given this quite a bit of thought.
j: well, yes, since i have both of my nipples pierced.
m: no you don’t!
j: yes i do. but you’d never know because i’m always wearing band aids over them. it’s like i have schrödinger’s nipples.
c: chirp, chirp, chirp
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Box Set (Disc 2)