Running with The Cows
I would never walk across an empty parking lot late at night. I tend to cross streets away from the corner instead of right at the corner. I walk on the left hand side of the street so I can see oncoming traffic and if a car full of punks pulls up to give me trouble, well, at least one or two of them better be ready to go to the hospital.
Not matter how hard I try I'll always be a city boy.
But here in Mayberry there aren't any savage gangs roving the streets. It's unlikely anyone would try to run me down in the middle of a parking lot and there isn't much traffic late at night.
As far as I'm concerned, it's the perfect time for running. That's right running. You know, jogging. Up until this point in my life I've had three rules that I set for myself: 1. Never tell anyone my IQ. 2. Never tell anyone how much money I make. and 3. Never ever go jogging. Recent events have convinced me to reconsider #3.
There's this guy I know who lives a few blocks from me. In the evenings I often see him jogging. He was never horribly fat or anything to begin with, but like me, he had a little bit of a belly problem. He doesn't have it now. He looks great and when I spoke to him about it he told me he's lost 40 lbs. running 3-5 mi most evenings. Then there's this other guy I know. He lives out in the desert somewhere near LA. He's shown me how jogging can become a metaphor for life. It seems to have helped him to feel more in control of his life and maybe even a little more confident.
So if you stop by Mayberry on one of these pleasant summer evenings and you see a jogger who looks just a little too paranoid, it's me getting skinny and confident.
Not matter how hard I try I'll always be a city boy.
But here in Mayberry there aren't any savage gangs roving the streets. It's unlikely anyone would try to run me down in the middle of a parking lot and there isn't much traffic late at night.
As far as I'm concerned, it's the perfect time for running. That's right running. You know, jogging. Up until this point in my life I've had three rules that I set for myself: 1. Never tell anyone my IQ. 2. Never tell anyone how much money I make. and 3. Never ever go jogging. Recent events have convinced me to reconsider #3.
There's this guy I know who lives a few blocks from me. In the evenings I often see him jogging. He was never horribly fat or anything to begin with, but like me, he had a little bit of a belly problem. He doesn't have it now. He looks great and when I spoke to him about it he told me he's lost 40 lbs. running 3-5 mi most evenings. Then there's this other guy I know. He lives out in the desert somewhere near LA. He's shown me how jogging can become a metaphor for life. It seems to have helped him to feel more in control of his life and maybe even a little more confident.
So if you stop by Mayberry on one of these pleasant summer evenings and you see a jogger who looks just a little too paranoid, it's me getting skinny and confident.
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