Exorcise Regularly

Our local park is adjoined to a cemetery and crematorium, which means however fit you try and keep, however slim, trim and member-of-gym you might be, you're exercising next to rows and rows of dead people all going 'whatever you do, you're gonna end up here!' Not the most encouraging thought. And being a crematorium they occasionally burn dead people. Today whilst I was jogging they were doing such a thing, sending plumes of smoke rising towards heaven, and not so successful plumes which caught the wind and blew all over the grass. So as I'm gasping for gulps of air to avoid passing out from the ultra-exhaustion of running for more than ten meters, I'm also swallowing great lungfuls of the deceased. Nice.