running during the pandemic
It is not to allowed to move around between social contexts but between sceneries of solitude. How does it feel to travel about hundred kilometres per week but always returning home and never leaving?
A monthly photo log
March 2020
Returning to run after a week of quarantine.
April 2020
Usually I would run by myself but for the first time I am meeting friends for a joint run. The forest is the new meeting place. At a particularly busy spring day on a steep downhill slope we observe a clash between mountain bikers enjoying the speed and a group of walkers exploring the narrow trail. Swearwords flying through the air. I am sure they all went home, happy about the adventure.
May 2020
Someone introduced me to a tracking app. I am running double the amount of kilometres a week ever since because I am afraid I might lose the competition against my last week’s self.
June 2020
I wanted to run to the beach but the road was blocked off by sheep. They were too scared of me so in order not to scare them with speed I went to the other direction.
July 2020
Three seasons, three paths.
August 2020
Three seasons, same path.
September 2020
Recently, I have seen more deer than humans.
October 2020
Did I mention all the deer?
November 2020
I did actually leave my place in October to stay in Florence until December. These were my morning runs.
December 2020
Masks are now mandatory to be worn while running in the inner city circle. Is this the end of the last priviledge of the runner, the idealised healthy, steeled, perfect machine-like human, the dream of all insurance companies and employers alike?
January 2021
It is icy, it snows, I fell at least two times within the last two weeks. Yet, I am not stopping. Which other reasons to leave the house anyway.
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