Was to get up on a Saturday and Sunday morning.
Jog down Arizona blvd past the 3rd street promenade
in santa monica, run down to the end of santa monica pier,
head down to the bike path and jog all the way down to sunset
street in venice, watching the chicks on rollerblades the whole way.
Train at golds venice, the get a Bodybuilder Breakefast at
the firehouse or an omellate (sic) at the omolette parlor,
jog back down to main street past the farmers market,
back to the pier and home.
Did that for about 5 years.
Now I live in Vegas, and it sucks.