A jog in the park
A jog in the park
It was a nice day and we decided that we should take a jog, so I called my friend James, visiting from Taipei, to join us. I didn't bother telling Jason that James used to be on the Olympic track team years ago, used to be a cop, and had legs up to our elbows. When James gets out of the taxi in his tight running gear and cool sunglasses and bulging muscles, Jason looks at me and says "JFC, you didn't tell me you were inviting an Olympian!"
We circled the perimeter of Chaoyang Park which was probably 5 miles, and Jason made the gallant effort to keep pace. James was sort of shuffling along so he'd have someone to run with. I eventually dropped back about 100 meters happy to have been able to make the loop without dropping dead.
Now I know that if I'm out in the woods and someone with a chainsaw is chasing me trying to kill me, I can at least run 5 miles without looking back.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
