At the beginning of all of this, before the world went to shit, my running was actually improving. While February wasn’t a great month, I did much better in March, both in terms of distance and consistency. I started working from home on March 12th, and I managed to keep at it the rest of the month. I was pretty proud of myself. Of course, that was early in the pandemic, things didn’t seem so serious, and I had no idea how crazy things would get.
April wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great. As the weeks in isolation continued, motivation started to wane. Even when I would make it out, it was hard to enjoy it. First, every cough or difficult run made you start to worry that you have the ‘rona. You think well shit, this is it, this is the end of me. I’ll surely develop a fever and have difficulty breathing soon, go to the ER, end up on a ventilator and die alone in some room in a hospital.
Second, the problem is the other people. Everyone is a bit on edge, which is a given. But every time you come across someone else walking or running, you feel paranoid. You try to give a very wide birth, at least six feet. Sometimes that’s not possible, and you have to get closer. You imagine a wake of deadly particles behind you as you run, or that you’re running through a fog of virus when you pass someone. It gets to the point where you just want to be home.
The world has turned to at-home workouts, given gyms and studios are closed. Thankfully, we have an old exercise bike, a balance ball, and a mat. Unfortunately, you can’t find any other equipment as everyone has bought up all the inventory. Very limited selections of dumbells to be found. Other equipment is on backorder for weeks; the soonest delivery window for a Peloton bike is in mid to late June.
So, we’ve been trying to do our best. A few rides, a few runs, some classes on apps to get you moving. That’s about all we can do right now. And once the world opens back up again, I won’t be rushing to go back to my gym. I’ll just let me one year membership expire and cancel, and just shift to at-home stuff on a more permanent basis. It is what it is, but it’s what I’m comfortable with. Just the thought of sharing a bench with someone else’s sweat and nastiness…no thanks.