Anyway, I thought I’d give it a go seeing that even though Britons has every imaginable pets in their homes, you rarely see them unless they’re owners decided to take them for a walk (or a holiday in Malibu, a trip to the spa or a shopping spree at the pet’s mall!).
So I jogged confidently and merrily – for about two blocks, and then I found myself panting and already I wanted to stop and lie down! But of course, my ego couldn’t possibly bear the humiliation should I stop after only 2 minutes of jogging, so I continued just walking briskly until I felt I could start jogging again.
I actually started feeling good, especially since I remembered most of the streets and houses. I even boldly tried taking a different route since I deduced that if I get lost, I’d just go back from where I took the turn and then start again. That is why (and not surprisingly) I got really lost!
I wanted to kick myself for not bringing my mobile phone and I didn’t even have one pence in my pocket. Of course, I did manage to find my way home in the end (obviously, since I couldn’t have possibly made this post had I ended up in the forest and started living with wild animals — that is only if they think I’m not palatable enough!).
Apart from all the hullabaloos, I’d say my first jog was successful, even though most of it was spent finding my way home I’d still say it was okay. In fact, I just might do it again tomorrow, or as soon as my legs are not aching anymore!