The Jog

There was an individual who was normally quite happy-go-lucky.

Nothing seemed to bother them like other people, but perhaps it was because they did not face too much adversity.

Good job, good family, good health; when one has all of them, there is not too much more to want…

...but the “little things” started to build up.

An off-hand comment someone makes that stays with them when they get back home.

Looming mortgage payments on top of refinancing student loan debt.

And of course all of the feelings and emotions that seeming come from nowhere:

Anxiety.
Anger.

Sadness.

It came to the point where this individual got particularly low down; their social life became strained as they became more reclusive and started to miss work.

However, a good friend came to see him.

“Put your shoes on and come with me.”

As soon as they left the front door, the friend broke out in a full sprint, and out of the pure shock of the situation, it triggered them to start running too.

After about 30 yards, they caught up with their friend, and in their mutual tiredness, slowed down the pace.

​“What are you trying to pull?”


“I just wanted to see if you still got it.”

“...I got it enough to catch up with your slow butt!”

“Well...we’ll see about that.”

The two began to climb a hill, and after sprinting for over 60 yards, the incline was not doing any favors.

But as they began to run, an interesting thing started to happen:

...there was no feeling of anger, no feeling of sadness, not even any feelings of love or joy.

There was nothing there, only to put one foot in front of the other, until they did not have to anymore.