Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

The alarm went off at 6:05am today. 6:05. AM. That's frigging early. I proceeded to snooze the horrid robot iPhone alarm that seems to be the only sound that will scare me awake at that hour.

10 minutes later, I reluctantly rolled out of bed and started throwing on some running gear. As I made my way to the elevator while tying my runners, I thought to myself "Hmm...that toe right next to my big toe kinda hurts...meh".

I met up with Wayne for our usual 5km morning run, mostly in silence. It's before 9am. It's usually best if I don't speak. Over the years, Wayne has learned not to take it personally if I don't respond when spoken to.

Post-run, as I was getting ready, I noticed what looked like a splinter in my toe, the one that was hurting. Upon further inspection, turns out I actually sliced my toe open last night at beach vball and there was sand stuck in it.

Kinda gross, I know. Nothing life threatening and thankfully (for Wayne's sake) not annoying enough to whinge about at 6:30am. Now to put the band-aid on when you have ticklish feet...