"He knew he didn't want to be seen doing this. First, he wanted to try it out, in a place where there was no traffic. And while he'd seen countless others running heedlessly along Main Street, he felt, somehow, that jogging was an intimate activity, accompanied by snorts, sweating, hawking and spitting, and an inordinate amount of huffing and puffing. Why in the world anyone would want to do that up and down the center of town was beyond him."
I've lost my inhibitions about running. Or at least, I haven't discovered any way to appear dignified while running. I'm not giving it up, though. My doctor also encourages running for health benefits. If Father Tim had kept jogging,, he might not have- but wait. You can find out for yourself in At Home in Mitford.