Worked out this morning. It was the “Tabata This” workout. It was okay. You could only count your lowest score (explained here)… which I’m not sure promotes an athlete trying their hardest…. because once you get a low #, do you really push yourself to do higher in any of the subsequent rounds? I’m sure some expert can tell me why I’m wrong with this opinion. Either way, I left the gym disappointed in the WOD

Went to UNCW to do the Teacher’s Assistant thang.

It rained and rained all day. My badass mission for the day included surfing… I was supposed to try and catch some waves with my friend Tim this afternoon- but that got canceled because of the lightning.

So things were blah, until I realized it was Tuesday. Tuesday = 10% off at Flaming Amy’s IF you have a tattoo. Well, I’ve never been able to get the discount… until today… I was able to take advantage of it. $6 later, I had an avocado burrito … it includes BACON!

I met my buddy Tim Caso and his friend there (when surfing gets canceled the next substitute = big ass burrito). We laughed and had a good time — and now I have to share a story his friend Rusty told.

Rusty:
“Yeah, so I went out to a bar one night and accidentally left without grabbing my jacket. My phone was in the pocket. Apparently, some little punks found my jacket and phone. They were able to go through my personal history and read my text messages to decipher the different relationships I have in my life: ie: girlfriend, girlfriend’s mom, friends, etc. At 2am, these little assholes text messaged my girlfriend’s mom with this message: “I have been living a lie. I am in love. But it is not with your daughter… I’m in love with YOU.”

Long story short – after some heartache – we got everything straightened out. The few hours that my girlfriend thought that I sent her mother a love text were pretty painful though.”

Then the best part of his story:
“I wanted to be mad… but that’s pretty f-ing hilarious.”

I agree.

The little punks DIDN’T steal his phone… they just tried to ruin his relationship. That’s not that horrible. It’s pretty badass.

Would I do something like that?

Probably not. I’d make a call and get the phone back to the owner… super hero style. Everyone likes the good guy.