Harry runs, you jog1

Yesterday, around five o'clock, I ran three miles. Two out of the three miles were hill work. After the hill work, I wanted to run one more mile to make three miles.

An old man waiting for the bus saw me and said, "Oh, you look like my friend Harry, only he is taller than you. But you are not running; you are jogging. My friend Harry runs, but you are not running."


  1. RB 124. 18 November 1979