Jogging

In a desperate bid to try and get a bit fitter ready for September, I have been trying (and surprisingly), succeeding to go for a run more often. Having just got back from one of these runs feeling hot, bothered, smelly and refreshed, I have discovered that there is something unusually relaxing about it. Jogging along a pavement isolated in my own little world of headphones, listening to the new Red Hot Chili Pepper's album, or various podcasts (so pleased I worked out how to do that), is a great feeling. I might look like a bit of a pillock jogging along, but I like it.

HOWEVER; The flip side of jogging, especially along the road, is that you are often much closer to death than you would like. The route I take goes along a country lane full of blind bends, the number of close-shaves I have already had is frankly worrying. At least if I do get knocked over I get a ride in an ambulance... I know its sad.