There’s something about The Joys of Jogging

A friend popped this question to me while we were having dinner about a month back:


He: So are you ever going to give that four-lettered word that begins with a capital L a try again?

Me: . . . . Frankly, I have no idea. Damn scared about this kind of thing already.

He: You know something? What you need is a good jog. My mind always clears when I go for a run.

Me: I think you are right.

Me: Let’s join the marathon then.


So I found myself jogging a really long 16km yesterday evening. After all the training, I’m really hoping that it won’t rain when 4th December finally comes.

To that friend, if you ever happen to read this: I am incredibly scared about getting hurt and hurting someone again, but I guess I will give that four-lettered word that begins with a capital L a try again when I meet that special someone who is worth the risk of it all.

Red, white, and blue sneakers. . . .

Signing off, Barneysaurus