Canter!

I jog in the morning.

The browser is running really slowly.

We're running a little late.

We love to do jogging, fitness.

Try to lose weight by jogging.

My father began jogging last month.

He may be jogging around the park.

My father goes jogging every morning.

I think jogging is good exercise.

The man next door said he goes for a jog every morning.

For some reason you guys are just really slow.

I got warm from jogging for an hour.

Come on, slowpoke. I'll race ya home.

Can we get up enough speed in that mud to go up and over?

You are the slowest, and you can run all day without tiring.

Now, gently around the first turn, and let them run! Go on!

He quickened his pace, almost to a jog now.

so we wouldn't keep that poor man running backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.

But it just has to happen gradually, you can't ask straight out that way, even one of ill repute may scare away like that.

Enjoy your dinner, old man.

I wanted to kill him with my bare hands, slow.

Jogging, which is commonplace, and widely accepted as good for you, is solemn.

Easy. Easy now. Arh!

Run.

(Waitress) You folks be sure and come back now.

Bon appetite.

Bon appetit.

We don't have to run.

Let us sprint towards the achievement of the Millennium Goals, and not jog as though it were a marathon.

That's a dependable machine. You can load her with a ton of potatoes.

You were all over the place.

Keep your right hand up and reach for your gun with your left, and slow.

And you'll get slower and slower, until eventually you're back to running the same speed you were at age 19.

I wrote the book on a treadmill, and it took me about a thousand miles to write the book.

The return of abandoned or occupied property is slow.

We've encountered joggers, busy highways, toll booths, and this is without a person in the loop the car just drives itself.

Slow keys has been disabled.

Thanks. Eat all you want.

I'm working in Kigali, Rwanda, jogging through the steep slopes, when I see, 10 feet in front of me, a little boy 11 years old running toward me, wearing my sweater.

It is no use trying to escape.

It's no use trying to escape.

It's no good to keep running away.

Run, run, run

And slowly, slowly week after week his legs were improving.