That is what popped into my head Friday night as we ran our return route home. You see, HotRod poops alot, so I just bag them and leave them there along the road. I pick them up, one at a time, as we go back over the same ground. After all...who wants to run through the neighborhood with 3 bags of fresh dog poop? I checked with Patience just to be sure it wasn't a line I had read on one of her "poop blogs", and she didn't think so. I heard it in my head just as Robin Williams quoted the real words in "Dead Poet's Society". Just a little surreal, but funny (at least to me).
There was one really excellent moment on the run. It was a run 10 minutes/walk 1 minute x2, and then run 8 more minutes. After the second 10 I exclaimed to HotRod, "the last one is JUST an 8!! Can you imagine? Three weeks ago I thought running for 8 minutes was a huge task sitting out there ahead of me...and now it was just an 8. Wahooooo!