I have a love/hate relationship with jogging.
If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.
Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg. For when air cycles through the lungs, and the body...
Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.
I go jogging for 25 minutes every morning, even if I'm away from home.