Definitely not a ghost story about a graveyard

 

Hello Americans, this is Paul Harvey! Stand by for news!

 

"Helaman Pratt Ferguson joggles! "To keep in shape this B. Y. U.

mathematics professor joggles. He, ah, juggles while he jogs. Sometimes he juggles bowling pins heavy enough to work the arms as well as the legs.

"It makes an aerobic exercise out of jogging and he says it takes the boredom out of it if you juggle while you jog. Sometimes to work up a good sweat he keeps seven chair legs in the air at one time while he's joggling. (Sigh)."

"Stay tuned for page two!....... "

 

Seven chair legs indeed! Don't believe everything you hear on radio... Helaman Pratt Ferguson is a mathematician, but he's no superman! He joggles up to four rings or three clubs or three balls. Wherein Paul Harvey fabricated the figure "seven" is a mystery.

 

As a dedicated jogger for nearly two decades, Ferguson one day several years ago stooped over, picked up three rocks and began juggling them as he chugged along. No big deal, he thought, but he liked it. He could work up a sweat with less strain on his legs by working with his arms at the same time. And with a wife and seven children depending on him, Ferguson takes his health seriously.

 

The 25 seconds of national fame courtesy of Paul Harvey last December 5 were less important to him, but flattering all the same.

 

I contacted Ferguson. And, as kindred spirits are wont to do when they get together, I learned some new things in our exchange. For one thing, he calls it "ruggling." Hmmm...

 

My wife spoke for me when she responded, "It's just not as good a word as joggling."  But, who cares what you call it. What's important is that you speak the same language, which we do.

 

Paul Harvey's reference to chair legs in talking about Ferguson is in part true. Before Ferguson bought clubs, one of his running routes passed through a neighborhood of big dogs, so he began joggling sticks and a hunting knife for protection! Now it seems his biggest problems are wind and a buildup of sticky snow on his high-tech plastic clubs. If the weather gets too bad he joggles in place or does a figure eight in his basement.

 

I am in my fifth year of joggling now, and have been making my own

discoveries about it lately. Most of them came to me on a single occasion - a bright winter day's long joggle through a peaceful hillside cemetery. The grid of roads through the acreage allowed me to choose paths uphill, downhill or flat. With no traffic to dodge, I weaved with delight uphill and down in an S- shaped pattern, leaning steeply into the hillside and pumping arms and legs hard. I felt the balance of the pattern of three juggled balls in a new physical sense, one that clarified a joy of joggling I had never been able to explain before.

 

As a joggler, the top half of your body takes the lead and your legs simply follow beneath. The experience is distinctly different from running - almost like snow skiing.

 

I had never tried joggling backwards, but there between the tombstones I enjoyed working on the delicate touch it requires. In a fit of inspiration I executed a huge windmill swing with one arm and tossed a high throw with the other. The timing wasn't difficult to work out and the effect of that long wing whizzing around was a big zip for the routine.

 

I sprinted 200 yards at a time, lunging forward until the sweat poured. To cool down, there. was an elevated porch clear around a refreshment gazebo that I circled slowly dozens of times.