It’s August, 6 months into self quarantine and we’re creeping beyond stir crazy. For my wife and I (and the rest of us responsibly listening to science) this atypical halt of activity or usual routine has hit hard. By this time of year we’d be well into our 4 or 5th trip of the year. I myself was looking forward to being overseas again for Tour De Friends Italy.
But these dreams were snuffed out, all events and plans were cancelled for the foreseeable future. At first, my wife and I decided to bunker down inside. Like some many on social media picking up new safe hobbies we tried exploring cooking recipes I kept putting off; plants, so many new plants; reading lists galore; and last but not least the great savior Netflix. Quarantine was not going to beat me, we were going to keep it fresh. Surely it would be “back to normal” soon right?
Realistically having fun wasn’t that high on the list of priorities for me. I live in a state that has arbitrarily done the least to keep its citizens informed or protected. While I had the privilege of being able to stay home, even going out for recreation still created issues. Cycling, while always a central part of our lives recently, saw a boom of interest. Everyone from newbies to those dipping their toes back into the sport. While this is awesome any other time, the thought of hitting up the local trails was off the board. The one time we did decide to roll the pathways, I counted 2 masks the entire ride (special shoutouts to the dude killing it downhill on his goalie mask MTB sesh though!).