The Jogger 
They said he had invented jogging and he was quite
addicted to his invention, ran every afternoon longer 
and longer distances; till he dropped dead.
“He had congenital heart disease and would have died 
anyway, ” the defenders of jogging said. 
Sure but that’s not the point he could have died when 
copulating, angling, having a splendid meal with wine
or congenial drink with friends in the bar, and not 
prancing about in shorts on a cold road alone a chilly 
autumnal evening.                
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