There
hasn't been much said in the magazine lately about joggling, and
this seems to be the right spot and
time for an update. My personal practice of the perfect fusion
of arm and leg motion hit a slump during late winter, but spring
finds me bouncing down the cross-country trails around the
college here about four times a week again.
Because
it seems so pure and simple an idea - juggling while you jog, I
have believed from the beginning some five years back that it's
a commercially saleable sport.
Communities
across the nation sponsor hundreds of races weekly, and many of
them surround their event with dinners, awards and expert
lecturers. I think a lot of them would pay to feature a joggler
on the program. A short talk, demonstration and participation
workshop, plus an appearance in the race itself, could surely
earn some willing-to-travel soul a living.
The
idea of becoming a touring joggler is appealing, but I'm too
rooted in a sedentary lifestyle now to pursue it any further
than my dreams. I'm content to merely include joggling
instruction in my phys ed juggling class and make a few cameo
appearances in races locally.
The
latest was a five-miler in conjunction with Davidson's 'Town
Day.' Of 60 or so entrants, the joggler finished 29th. It was
good enough to win 3rd in my age group. There weren't many
spectators, but those few greeted my unique passing with
enthusiasm. No one but myself really understands how easy and
natural it is.
During
a 10-kilometer joggle with a huge group in nearby Charlotte
earlier this year, I got a hearty dose appreciation from the
large
number of spectators. By staying on the outside of the pack,
people get a good look at you and you can hear their reactions.
Most either burst out laughing or with an astonished comment
along the lines of, "Hey! That guy's juggling!"
Surely, few are expecting such a sight. The reaction among
fellow sufferers on the pavement ranges from hearty
congratulation to genuine disdain. I've been labeled a show-off
more than once, and don't really guess I can deny the charge.
But, like the old maxim dictates, "If you've got it, flaunt
it!"
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