Jogger's Peril

The very early hour is the best for jogging, keeping up condition as I was going, sleepily, just trotting west as if I had been chosen for a crucial mission. No one around to see how fast or slow I'm going, or if I'm sweating, even stumbling, looking pale the morning air condenses breath that I am blowing, I am an athlete, full of power, proudly male. Downhill it goes now, giving more vibration and something slowly loosens in my inner gut, and I can feel it, this developing sensation as it meanders with a tickle, to my butt. It is a thunderous explosion, with an echo, a window opens and a lady peeks outside, right in front of me, a stunned and frozen gecko I briefly feel that it would be prudent to hide. Yet, it's too late, as from the house a voice comes, very loudly, with a smile wrapped all around ' If you think you will go faster, silly boys through such an afterburn, it's only a loud sound.'