So ... What Now?

[Sweder]

Running In The Time Of Covid-19

Not running, really, more heavy jog-walking. But activity of sorts. It's taken an act of government to force me out of the house once a day.
The knee op, an arthroscopy to remove shredded meniscus and check on the surface quality of my bones, took place in late February. I've been taking it easy since then. Not difficult, as I'd been doing exactly that for the preceding 6 months or so. This time, though, it feels like there's an endgame.

On Sunday I wobbled gently around the Twittens, alone again, naturally. The knee was OK but the lungs - the lungs! Tiny dried-out teabags, unable to keep up with demands issued by shocked muscles and a woefully under-employed blood pump. I got round, I didn't collapse. In fact I followed up with a 16 km bike ride, another leisurely affair, this time along the blessed flats of the riverbank, in the afternoon. The plan is to keep doing this sort of thing until something issues a complaint more serious than a grumble, or I actually start to get better at it.

Other plans during this lockdown include archiving my running diaries. Not (yet) in book form, but migrating millions of words to my own archive, online or off. I'd quite like something akin to what Tom has, a Wordpress-style collection of ramblings with an index. This is more to preserve what's already gone, rather than produce more. I may edit a few of the more colourful pieces for my own amusement. I'm not sure I'm up to the challenge, though. I find online tutorials, usually delivered in a laconic mid-west American accent by a laconic American from the mid-west, incomprehensible after the first 60 seconds.

More likely is a simple conversion of my favourite bits to individual word files to be shoved away in a series of folders on my iMac.
Either way it'll keep me out of mischief and off the beer for a few days.

Hope you're all keeping well and your loved ones are safe.