Tuesday, January 15, 2013
When Francis hit his late 40s, he started jogging. A few weeks later the familiar figure was no longer going past our house. "Have you stopped running?" I asked him. "The first week I ran one block and walked one block," Francis began. "The next week I ran two blocks and walked a block. The third week I ran three blocks and walked two blocks. "The fourth week," Francis concluded, "the math got so darned hard that I just gave it up."
And since I missed some:
JOGGING for the first time in my new neighborhood, I saw another solitary figure running toward me. "Nice day, isn't it?" I called out. We passed before he could reply. The next day I set out again, and saw the same runner heading toward me. As we quickly passed, he shouted back, "It sure is!"