Joggers

Christmas has been here and gone. The New Year is upon us. Two things come from that: people have eaten too much and been lazy in the dark autumn and winter months, and many resolutions have been made.

It all results in lots of people taking up jogging. I've never been a great fan of jogging, unless its specifically related to training for sport. There are far better ways of getting fresh air or appreciating the countryside (walking for example, it hurts less), and far better ways of getting fit (joining a gym, and going, so you can do varied rather than single exercise).

However, my dealings with joggers so far this year have been:

Driving into an Oxford hospital with tow joggers abreast running down my side of the road towards me. I had to swerve when they gave me a filthy look for using the road. I suppose it wasn't far to A&E had I hit them.

While walking the dog around the estate, joggers run on the paths never wanting to stop or move out of their stride. This means that you have to get out of their way. I'm not sure what would happen if Buddy happened to be on the opposite side of the path to me with his lead stretched out (perfectly acceptable behiour, I am taking him for a walk after all) - if they fell over him or the lead would it then be my fault?

Joggers running towards me, then as soon as they have gone round a corner they stop. Likewise, you see somone walking in the distance - they see you and run past. If you can't manage it, don't do it. Don't just run when you can see someone. It does not impress me.... (cue Shania Twain song).

I must get to the gym.