jogging

There was a man jogging down the road, down the center of the road, a very busy road. He was just jogging, getting some exercise at two in the afternoon. Not quite the hottest point of the day, but not the coolest either.

Why was he running down the middle of the road, though, instead of on the side? Adrenaline rush, maybe? Helps the jog? Instead of running on one side against oncoming traffic and putting himself out of danger from being run over from behind, he goes in the middle so that he has to contend with both sides at once – a chance for being hit from the front and from the back.

Guess he figures in the middle, everyone will see him. Or he doesn’t like running on the side slope; it throws off the rhythm of his legs and the momentum. Or maybe he just likes pissing off the fat people in the cars passing him. So they will notice and take caution and maybe, just maybe, consider what they could do with their bodies instead of planting on a seat and watching it start to flow downward like water looking for something to hold it in shape.