I received a surprising message from one of my most trusted advisors this afternoon;
“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.