A few weeks back my wife, Jessie, decided to join a gym. Which was great, except she started pestering me to join too.
I hate gyms. There was never any chance I was going to join. She kept at me, though. So I had to do something to get her off my back.
I went for a run.
The last time I went for a run would have been at least two years ago. I don’t enjoy it.
I’d prefer to poke myself in the eye. Or walk across broken glass.
One positive that made the run sort of bearable was that we live close to the beach.