Jog On…

“Do you fancy going for a jog this evening?”.

I replied, “Sorry I think you have messaged the wrong person”.

Apparently not.  The idea of monotonous exercise goes against all of my beliefs but then I have had the spirit of trying new things this year, like mushrooms (not the hallucinogenic kind I should add) and am increasingly doing so, and I thought about the Wright Brothers – if they hadn’t had that spirit of adventure and got on that plane back in 1612 or whenever they invented flight then I would still be going to Skegness rather than Ibiza.

I decided to give it a go.  Yes – me.  Jogging.  The last time I did anything similar I was running away from the police as a 16 year old.

I expected to last about 2 minutes.  I was actually rather apprehensive.

To take the surprise further into the realms of 17th century spaceflight, I managed about 15-20 minutes.  Not as unfit as I thought I was.  Not constantly, some walking but jogging mostly.

I didn’t hate it either.  I might even have gained some enjoyment from it.

Will I do it again?  I think so.  It should give me more stamina when it gets to 8am at fabric.

So there you go.  No it isn’t April 1st.  One assumes a peace treaty will be announced tomorrow between Israel and Palestine.