Almost every morning I go wogging. A wog is slower than a jog but faster than a walk.
(If someone can invent a word like “blogging” why can’t I go with “wogging”?) Of course, there are several options open to me when I do go wogging but I choose to do my wogging at the local high school running track in Carmel, CA.
It's a very attractive place to start any
day.
There are several reasons I feel track
wogging is better that street wogging. For one thing, the track is a measured
distance. The one I use is exactly one quarter of a mile around the oval. That's
the distance in lane number 1. Lane 6, where I usually wog, is almost one tenth
of a mile more every four laps.
Knowing the
exact distance allows for planning the distance I will wog that day. This
eliminates that situation where a wogger might end up so far from home that he
can’t get back and needs to use his cellphone to call a cab. I hate it when that
happens.
Then there
is the fact that the track is a flat surface and doesn’t present potholes and
other obstacles which might cause one to fall and then while lying there have
some smart-ass high school kids drive by and yell, “What’s a matter old man?
Can’t get up anymore?” I hate it when that happens.
An important factor to me is there are no dogs allowed at the oval track.
Of course, being at a school track there is almost no problem with the police assuming the wogger had just robbed a nearby convenience store and then making him stop and both cops, with guns drawn, jumping out of their car and yelling “Put your hands on top of your head where I can see them!” I hate it when that happens.
And perhaps the most important advantage is the track is quiet. There are no cars and a wogger can just quietly go around and around with nothing particular to think about except possibly what his next blog might be. Sometime he can’t even think of that. I hate it when that happens.