A Friendly Jog
A couch potato gets fit and discovers that a friendly jog can lead to a lot more.
It’s funny what a love for running can lead to. For most of my life, I was a certified couch potato. In my twenties, I would have laughed in the face of anyone who suggested going out for a friendly jog. That term was an oxymoron, I’d point out, like jumbo shrimp or only choice. There was nothing friendly about jogging. At best, it was a waste of time. At worst, it was some twisted, masochistic ritual that required specia...