Living with a random stranger

One of my friends recently tried to get me into the running craze… She’s a single of those truly health-conscious people that admittedly has a truly great figure as a result of his extensive exercise and a carefully-planned diet. I don’t consider myself to be certainly out of shape, although I believe compared to her, I am not in the best of shape. She was not being mean about it or anything, however he insisted that there was a better me waiting on the other side of a great bit of exercise and a change of diet. It happened to be around New Year’s, so I figured I might as well fit another resolution in and start getting health conscious. One of the things that my friend swore by was getting up in the day to jog. The problem with that was that it was January and most sane people spend their afternoons enjoying their furnaces inside! All of us live close enough to each other, so he promised that he would be out there with me every day for support, jogging right at my side. I gave it a go, although I suddenly found that it was just not for me. It was difficult enough leaving the warmth and comfort of my own heating idea and home to get up to go to work in the day, however to get up even earlier to squeeze in some jogging time was truly rough. It was below freezing on the first day, And stepping out of the warmth of my home and out into my front yard was difficult enough, never mind going to meet his down the road.The whole time that I was jogging out there I was longing for the comfort of my oil furnace and home, and although I was giving it all I got, I didn’t even end up warming up from the exertion!