‘What the heck is that!’ I wonder. ‘Is it a train?’

Before I can turn round, a whooshing whoosh whooshes by me and a great mass of runners streak past and skim by, within an inch of my life. I totter as the gust of air affected by this phenomenon of joggers churns and dispels around me.

Their bright Lycra outfits glaring at me.

Then they are gone.
‘My goodness’ I exclaim.
I resume my stroll feeling somewhat overwhelmed by all those large, healthy people rushing by. I watch gulls flying along above the water and then up and over a bridge.
I hear another train of huffing and puffing and panting behind me, and there are more Lycra clad joggers over-taking me dangerously close; then I see more joggers coming towards me at great speed
Whoosh! WHOOSH!
The whooshing breaks the sound barrier (possibly a slight exaggeration).
It is very disquieting to have quite so many joggers using the river path. They leave no room for quiet, slower activity – like walking for instance.
There are so many of them – why aren’t they all in their offices?

Why do people jog? Can anyone tell me? Is it fun?
None of them look like they are enjoying themselves. They obviously don’t see anything while they are doing it, or they might give poor defenceless strollers some leeway.

Grrr! I HATE JOGGERS!

I’ve nothing against Lycra, don’t get me wrong. I like Lycra. In fact, it can appear rather attractive on some people (I could name a few I know :)) But, it should be worn at home where it belongs and not out in the streets frightening the horses (Or disturbing constitutional walks of small people).