The day I registered for a couple virtual races was the same day that I found out -- officially -- I'd be working from home for the entire summer. At least. With a minimum of three more months of pandemic not-quite-lockdown facing me down and getting me down, I figured one of the only solutions for my personal health and fitness was to lockdown some real goals.
The day I registered for a couple virtual races was the same day that I found out -- officially -- I'd be working from home for the entire summer. At least. With a minimum of three more months of pandemic not-quite-lockdown facing me down and getting me down, I figured one of the only solutions for my personal health and fitness was to lockdown some real goals.
There continues to be a push towards normality. While this pandemic is anything but over, the nudge to correct and readjust the initial reaction seems to be on this swing in a hopeful direction. It’s not clear yet whether I’ll be getting on a plane in October to run a marathon in Chicago and in does in fact seem to be leaning to the far side of unlikely, but there is no longer so much a lockdown of our city as there is a giant yellow caution light flashing over it.
Work demanded a respite, so I laced up before the threat of rain become too serious and pounded out a quick five klicks on the exact same route I’d taken last night.
Better.
Still a slog, but better. Measurably.