Running to stay strong, to fill time, to be connected to ground and air and the space between one breath in and another out. Sometimes running is meditative solitude, sometimes joyful: for me, and me alone! Sometimes the isolation is crushing. Tears start before my feet stop. An evening run, 10 months into weathering the pandemic on my own. Another runner and I fall in step. There’s no explicit acknowledgment or agreement. But for a quarter mile in Queens, we maintain our pace. Breathing heavy through masks. Moving in tandem until our paths diverge. Distant but close. — Paige Arthur
Real Life of an MSW 
I miss running! It’s too cold now and I sold my treadmill!
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I can’t not imagine, my life without my treadmill, or daily runs. Perhaps you could join a gym and/or by some cute thermal running gear.
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Oh I have membership with the gym and a yoga studio. I just don’t do anything in the cold weather. I don’t even want to leave the house. It’s a no for me when the weather drops under 70.
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