Lots of good offline conversations lately, at least out of the public eye, I guess. These conversations happen over email, DMs, and such, but they’re not out there in full display. A wonderful thing, really.
Been trying to be more present, and acknowledge than like 99.9999% of the time everything is fine. I have food, shelter, warmth. No one knocking at my door, no angry boss, no one is throwing shit at my windows.
Very simplistic, I know, but here I am. The CDC just said that if you’re vaccinated you don’t have to wear a mask anymore, but for fucks sake, THE OPTICS.
If I walk into a store right now with no mask on I’m gonna get the side eye, big time.
As if the work of retail employees hasn’t been hard enough during “these trying times,” now they have to navigate the “oh, but I’m vaccinated” crowd, without ever really knowing if they’re telling the truth or not.
The fun never ends.
This week I ran zero miles. I can’t remember the last time I ran zero miles in a week. I’ve never been this burnt out, where every run is just horrible. I’ve talked to other runners about burn out. Every run for the past few weeks has just felt labored. Like I took six months off, and I’m just trying to “get back into running.” Not a fun feeling.
In the last few weeks I set up a bike trainer and a Zwift account. I don’t have to think about the weather, the wind, nothing. And it feels good. Like, even hard efforts. They feel good.
I rode 104 miles this week. Six and a half hours.
I don’t think I rode that much back in my Bike Nerd days.
That’s more hours than I usually run each week.
Also started doing some dance workouts, too. They’re silly, sure, but they’re fun and quick, and feel good.
I’m pretty sure the running will come back. In the meantime I sure am glad I got this bike set up.
Just a little something for a Sunday in May.
My housemate read me a text they got, from someone saying “if you need a COVID vaccine shot, call this number, they have extra doses.” I called (I hate calling), and got myself an appointment. Just recently I got my second shot, so that’s good news.
Everyday is the same, except for weekends, when I stop getting emails from clients.
Random encounters are gone.
Bumping into an old friend, gone.
Trying something new on the menu. There is no menu. Stay home.
I go on solo runs in the woods, and hope no one is around.
Once a week I venture to the grocery store. I’ve taken to drive the extra distance to different stores, just to mix it up a little.
I got a bike trainer and a subscription to Zwift, so now I see people from all over the world as virtual cyclists. We give each other thumbs ups as we pass each other.
Just 41 days ago a shooting happened at a Boulder, CO grocery store. The fundraiser for Maggie Montoya and the pharmacy staff where she worked, it sits quiet and still, having not reached the halfway mark. The last donation was 15 days ago.
Everything keeps moving, business as usual. Yet everything is frozen in time.