Raylan jogs - or did, at home. He's more or less recovered from his wound, but doesn't entirely trust that he is, so he's mainly been walking. Walking also lets you more effectively listen to conversations around you, which Raylan may have done a fair bit of too.

Today, though, he's interspersed a bit of running, and worked up a sweat. He's lingering by the river, now, catching his breath and watching people pass. He raises a hand to the fellow jogger.

Rats in a cage had to do something, he supposed.