Jog Quotes

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Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
i-can-jog-but-i-cant-run-thats-hard-for-me-i-like-fact-that-i-can-jog-for-fitness-but-to-me-theres-huge-difference-between-jogging-running-mary-decker
now-im-starting-to-jog-but-every-time-i-do-jog-i-have-9-1-pressed-into-my-phone-with-next-1-ready-to-be-launched-in-case-i-drop
two-butterflies-in-two-socks-could-walk-faster-than-i-can-run-a-love-song-will-jog-your-memory-like-i-jog-like-roger-bannister-in-wheelchair-jarod-kintz
adam-lori-called-loudly-enough-for-me-to-hear-her-but-not-loud-that-her-voice-would-carry-up-to-my-mom-in-marina-office-to-her-dad-who-might-be-listening-from-their-screened-porc
even-when-i-jog-i-need-place-to-get-to
i-dont-jog-if-i-die-i-want-to-be-sick
when-i-jog-its-like-dancing-dog-well-its-more-foxtrot-jarod-kintz
so-first-your-memory-ill-jog-and-say-a-cat-is-not-a-dog-t-s-eliot
at-another-year-i-would-not-boggle-except-that-when-i-jog-i-joggle-ogden-nash
i-dont-run-errands-usually-i-jog-jarod-kintz
i-used-to-jog-but-the-ice-cubes-kept-falling-out-of-my-glass
i-find-that-even-small-changes-sometimes-jog-you-out-mental-rut
when-i-wake-up-at-5-in-the-morning-is-it-just-to-jog-definitely-not-i-give-it-all-of-my-efforts
i-am-amazed-by-runners-out-there-because-i-like-jog-to-garbage-can-outside-sometimes-i-get-tired
i-jog-up-to-hollywood-sign-every-weekend-its-fun-what-view
i-dont-jog-it-makes-ice-jump-right-out-my-glass-martin-mull
some-people-play-golf-some-are-artists-some-jog-i-like-to-write-barbara-boxer
hearty-laughter-is-good-way-to-jog-internally-without-having-to-go-outdoors
tripping-over-the-pavement-and-pretending-to-jog-a-bit-so-you-wouldnt-look-stupid
i-try-to-stay-fit-i-try-do-something-every-day-but-i-dont-jog-my-body-hates-jogging
in-los-angeles-its-like-they-jog-for-two-hours-day-then-they-think-theyre-morally-right-thats-when-you-want-to-choke-people-you-know-liam-neeson
i-enjoy-easy-jog-in-mountains-forest-with-my-own-thoughts-i-can-escape-from-world-for-bit
i-jog-at-rose-bowl-i-collect-antique-vintage-furniture-im-there-every-few-weeks-for-flea-market
i-love-being-outside-feeling-free-i-jog-ride-my-bike-some-days-i-play-basketball-tennis-jennifer-hudson
its-interesting-when-i-jog-how-much-music-makes-difference-you-can-pretty-much-count-on-foo-fighters-to-get-your-heart-rate-up-sheryl-crow
i-had-to-learn-to-jog-because-i-run-like-fish-all-my-friends-found-thought-me-running-on-screen-hysterical-because-i-do-absolutely-no-exercise
i-have-always-sensed-exhilaration-independence-being-selfpropelled-besides-you-can-jog-while-pushing-baby-carriage-maybe-im-product-wonder-woman-nina-kuscsik
i-jog-in-morning-then-write-for-about-two-hours-there-are-times-when-im-really-excited-cant-wait-to-get-back-to-it-but-there-are-days-when-i-dont-know-whats-coming-next-i-really-
i-used-to-jog-but-its-bad-for-knees-too-much-beta-carotene-turns-you-orange-too-much-calcium-gives-you-kidney-stones-health-kills-margaret-atwood
fortunately-we-did-most-our-athletic-stuff-inside-we-didnt-have-to-jog-through-tribeca-looking-like-bunch-bootcamp-hippie-children-rick-riordan
three-halfmile-repeats-on-track-at-5k-race-pace-with-short-recovery-jog-in-between-shouldnt-scare-anyone-away-it-will-improve-your-speed-frank-shorter
sometimes-something-as-simple-as-going-for-20minute-jog-on-any-given-day-is-important-keeps-your-body-moving-legs-from-getting-stiffened-up-from-jozy-altidore
once-you-become-actor-its-important-to-take-care-yourself-i-live-in-santa-monica-where-i-can-mountain-bike-hike-go-running-on-beach-i-like-nice-mark-feuerstein
old-64-chose-gentle-jog-fast-enough-to-prove-i-was-alive-slow-enough-to-savor-cheers-they-washed-over-me-they-warmed-me-i-knew-i-could-live-without-jerry-kramer
i-try-to-jog-in-every-city-i-visit-i-particularly-enjoy-harbourfront-paths-that-let-me-ogle-big-ships-railroad-bridges-ruins-factories-warehouses-steven-pinker
you-used-to-love-me-let-me-help-jog-your-memory-by-buying-you-some-running-shoes-the-shoes-will-be-wooden-nailed-to-floor-jarod-kintz
its-important-that-i-get-time-to-run-to-just-go-for-jog-for-about-30-minutes-it-helps-with-my-voice-but-it-also-kind-gives-me-little-bit-time-to-nate-ruess
if-i-feel-any-sort-emotional-upheaval-i-go-for-jog-i-feel-better-kelly-ripa
all-means-weve-been-given-to-stay-alert-we-use-to-ornament-our-sleep-if-instead-endlessly-inventing-new-ways-to-make-life-more-comfortable-wed-apply-our-ingenuity-to-fabricating-
its-funny-feeling-because-you-hear-gun-you-want-to-run-so-you-walk-jog-i-was-able-to-run-my-first-mile-pretty-close-to-pace-then-it-was-just-adrenaline-enthusiasm-it-was-trying-n
there-is-big-park-in-middle-locality-surrounded-by-at-least-50-houses-that-those-residents-got-to-live-in-such-locale-is-their-karma-do-they-ever-come-to-park-to-walk-jog-run-pla
i-used-to-jog-three-miles-day-then-i-saw-i-was-getting-little-bit-older-i-started-fast-walking-three-miles-day-now-i-just-drive
mae-he-made-me-go-out-for-run-jamie-called-out-tell-him-i-dont-run-jamie-i-are-lilies-field-we-toil-not-neither-do-we-jog-mae-informed-nick-sarah-rees-brennan
In the parking lot, she drove and parked in a dark area with no other cars around. She reclined her seat, and listened to music. Outside there were trees, a ditch, a bridge; another parking lot. It was very dark. Maybe the Sasquatch would run out from the woods. Chelsea wouldn't be afraid. She would calmly watch the Sasquatch jog into the ditch then out, hairy and strong and mysterious-to be so large yet so unknown; how could one cope except by running?-smash through some bushes, and sprint, perhaps, behind Wal-Mart, leaping over a shopping cart and barking. Did the Sasquatch bark? It used to alarm Chelsea that this might be all there was to her life, these hours alone each day and night-thinking things and not sharing them and then forgetting-the possibility of that would shock her a bit, trickily, like a three-part realization: that there was a bad idea out there; that that bad idea wasn't out there, but here; and that she herself was that bad idea. But recently, and now, in her car, she just felt calm and perceiving, and a little consoled, even, by the sad idea of her own life, as if it were someone else's, already happened, in some other world, placed now in the core of her, like a pillow that was an entire life, of which when she felt exhausted by aloneness she could crumple and fall towards, like a little bed, something she could pretend, and believe, even (truly and unironically believe; why not?), was a real thing that had come from far away, through a place of no people, a place of people, and another place of no people, as a gift, for no occasion, but just because she needed-or perhaps deserved; did the world try in that way? to make things fair?-it.

Tao Lin
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He's close enough now that I can hear his footfall on the pavement, and I know my chances of outrunning him are slim. I'm practically in a full sprint, and my pounding heart is begging me to take it down a notch. I try to will my feet to keep pace with its beat; but I think it's humanly impossible to run that fast. And then it dawns on me that my footsteps are the only ones I hear. Somewhere along the way, Tristan's must have come to a stop. And I can't quite explain why I'm running this fast in the first place. I slow to a jog, intending to just pick up with my original pace; but I can't seem to suck in breaths fast enough to propel my feet any further. My molten shoes stutter to a stop, as my hands come to rest on my knees. I'm still wheezily sucking in breath after breath of thick, humid air, when I warily turn to look over my shoulder. Tristan's standing about fifty feet back, hands on his hips and a completely flummoxed twist in his forehead, his chest rising and falling with equally winded gasps. Evidently I was running faster than I gave myself credit for. As he silently watches me, regaining his breath as I do mine, the confusion on his face turns to undeniable hurt (and not the physical kind). I've wounded him, and I can't even explain why. Man, I really am an ass. I start the slow walk of shame back to where he stands, one hand upon my hip as I pull in a few more calming deep breaths. I'm debating whether to concoct some excuse for my behavior... Maybe I left my contacts out today, and didn't recognize his face? Who would blame me for running for my life, if a stranger seemed to be following me? But as I amble closer-his wrinkled forehead already fading in the wake of a welcoming smile-I decide not to dig myself a deeper hole. I'm already a straight-up jerk. I'd rather not add lying to my repertoire.

M.A. George
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