So I signed up for a 10K race in November. Which got cancelled about two weeks after I signed up for it. Busing issues, the organizer says. We cannot move hot and sweaty busloads of runners to and from the parking areas to the starting point safely given the need to adhere to COVID-19 protocols.Continue reading “I’m Committed Now…Or I Should Be Committed”
We’ve all coped with COVID-19 in a variety of ways. Some people drink and do recreational drugs; some do those things more than they used to. Some exercise more, or started exercising, or adapted to new workouts. Some people cooked more, or ordered in more often, or finally realized they’re not the cooks they assumedContinue reading “I Bought Shampoo; They Sent Me Stickers, Too”
I hate going anywhere like the pharmacy or grocery store. It’s all masked face and gloved hands on deck and wipes in my car; thin armor against an unseen but better-fortified enemy.
Where did all these people come from? And where did all the new dogs come from? People and pets I’ve never seen are out at all hours (but in keeping with the social distancing norm, they are in small groups or solo) walking or jogging with their leashed pals, or even out just getting exercise.Continue reading “Viral Upside: Dogs, Walkers, Runners, Neighbors”
OK, we’re all understandably a little scared. And anxious and nervous and needy. Not to mention concerned about having enough TP to last another week. Stop a minute. COVID-19 is serious stuff. Whole newscasts consist of nothing but reporting on it, plus hour-long news specials filled with experts, numbers, data, statistics, and a daily doseContinue reading “Rage Against The Virus”
An older body packed into a bathing suit is sometimes not a pretty sight. At worst, it’s environmentally unfriendly, depending on the size of the suit and what it (fails) to cover. Personally, I am fine with the idea of “let it all hang out” if what’s hanging out is yours. What’s mine, not soContinue reading “Stuffed Into A Swimsuit”
For some strange reason, younger people seem to think gray hair and diminishing hearing capacity go hand in hand. It never fails that at least once a day, someone speaks to me in at a decibel level that’s reminiscent of an airplane takeoff. Mind you, the person never asks if I can hear them speakContinue reading “Don’t Shout…I’m Not Listening”
Staying active during the day was never really a big deal for me. As long as I was groovin’ and movin’ nothing about my older self bothered me. Getting up in the morning is another matter. That’s when I tend to notice the twinges, pinches, pulls and pains that accompany a life lived running, swimming,Continue reading “I’m Awake…$!&% Hurts!”