If You Were a Porn Star

Not related (in a direct way) to the title of this... my dog is taking over my blogs!!! Yes, I have noticed this. I also noticed that I blog a lot more when I am exercising regularly. I do my best thinking when I am running; what else is there to do. If you can zone out for five or ten minutes at a time, and then "come to" and realize that you just covered a mile or some fraction thereof... that is great! You weren't feeling any pain.

So my dog is running with me all the time now, and he's interupting my deep thoughts. My attention is almost constantly on him, trying to keep him to my left, but to the right of mailboxes. He's doing good realizing he can't go to the left of a mailbox... but he meanders all over the place, and likes to run in the middle of the street.

I'm tired of writing about Amos. This week as I've expanded our distance a little, we hit asphalt! Woo hoo, asphalt rocks... the next best thing to the trail. Concrete is hard, and hard on the body, and I've had to run on it "a lot" the last few years. Now I have found a route that's about five miles, and two of that is asphalt (and if I repeated some blocks, it could be longer). I'll take it!

When I found the section with asphalt the other night, I thought, "Eureka! We're on asphalt!" and that reminded me of a time I was out with a friend and we met up with another friend and she asked, "What was the name of the first street you can remember living on?" I said, "Eureka!" (which is really not right... but that's beside the point.) She said, "If you were a porn star, that's what your name would be!" Ha ha, that's funny. The first street I really remember living on, though, is Pearson. Hmmmm...

So, if you were a porn star, what would your name be?