This is Day 175 of the quarantine. It seems as if my shell has just started to crack. Otherwise, I’ve been clumsily finding a way in it. A qua-run-routine. Running has been a balm of steadiness for me for the last 19 years. A method to the madness, they say, emphasis on madness. Perhaps if I didn’t have running, I would have cracked sooner. There … Continue reading Til the Next Aid Station