Lockdown Day 20

I am destroyed. The 5k took 27 minutes, which I’m told is pretty decent, but I forgot about a massive hill about halfway round the route I picked. As a result my legs are rubbery and there’s a dull ache in my hip causing a fuckload of discomfort. Respect to people who run regularly and enjoy it. I miss not hurting.

Date	15 Apr 2020
Distance	5.33 km
Time	26m 51s
Elevation Gain	62 m

For some reason WordPress won’t let me embed this properly, so I’m making do. Don’t hate.

Actually you could probably title this ‘Things I Miss’. I won’t because then I’d lose track of what lockdown day I’m on. It’ll happen eventually, but I’ll be damned if I do it because I mistitle something.

I miss sport. The run brought it home. I’m writing this watching highlights of F1 from 2019. Whilst rugby records and I think about the Olympics. I also think that certain sportspeople (I refuse to call them sports ‘stars’ or whatever. Celebs.) are massively overpaid. Football players for certain. And F1 drivers. Golf and Tennis. I don’t think Rugby is too bad with it. There’s also definitely a disparity between men and women as well but I’ll get into that at a later date. I just miss watching sport.

I miss travelling. Yes, I wasn’t exactly jetting off every few weeks, but we were due to go to Spain next month. Rest assured that won’t happen. I can look at destinations all day long but it feels somewhat emptier than it used to, back when things were normal. Before all that was in the way would be saving some money and getting time off work. Now there’s a bloody bat-fever to get past.

Pubs. Again, we weren’t exactly in them every single day. Maybe once a week? Twice or thrice for Amie. Funnily enough it’s going on walks where this really hits home. Light exercise, decent weather, good companions. Just the thing to bring a lip-smacking thirst on. A desire for the beer garden.

Popping to the shops. Without queuing. Just a quick, in and out in ten minutes, grab a couple of bits kind of shop. I know now that I took these trips for granted. The positive is that I do now make better use of a shopping trip; the food from one lasts closer to two weeks than one. It’s probably twice as expensive as the old weekly as you would expect, but if you add in all the little trips that would usually happen, it works out cheaper. It’s nice to see some good result come out of the current unpleasantness.

Most of all I miss my legs not hurting.

Lockdown Day 19

When I finished writing the last post I had a quick look at the site stats. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to be concerned about views or likes, at all. I don’t care. This is for fun. But at the same time, I can’t hide the nice happy glow it gives me to see that the three and a bit months of 2020 have almost as many views as the best year my blog has ever had. Three times the total views for the whole of 2019 (though that doesn’t say much as 2019 was pretty much a non-starter for me in terms of writing). It’s top in terms of likes. Definitely top in terms of comments (all one of them – thank you so much Passport Overused). I really enjoy the fact that eleven different countries are reading this shit. Hell, they might all be laughing at me, but it still counts. I’m proud of that.

I also spoke too soon yesterday about not being nominated to do anything. Some ass has me pegged to do one of those 5km things tomorrow. I’m equal parts excited and worried. On the one hand my knees hurt enough on a morning without this. On the other, well, I love a good juicy challenge. We’ll see. If it goes well, I’ll put evidence up somewhere. If, for whatever reason, it goes badly, I’ll still put it up. And probably laugh at myself as well. So it’s a win-win. Except for my bones.

That’s it, I’m tired.

Lockdown Day 18

Is there anything better than sharing something you enjoy or are proud of, and having the person you share it with enjoy it? Well, probably. The birth of a child, winning money, getting a birthday gift. Maybe a lot of things. But it’s still a pretty damn good feeling.

I’m a big fan of all these challenges that are getting bandied about on Instagram. Not necessarily for the content or likes, moreso for the fun inherent in having people try something new. The community spirit in getting friends involved in a daft idea. I know it’s what I grew up doing and I surely can’t be alone in that. Not that I’ve been challenged to anything (yet) but that’s immaterial. It still brings joy.

The only challenges I do have going on are small things. Not for likes or anything like that. Tasks given with no reward or forfeit other than pride or shame. Small things that will test somebody or push them to achieve. Something that you would always want to do but deem it not as helpful in your day-to-day as say, doing the dishes. Something that’s always on your list but is the first to get sacrificed. Something that you need an excuse, or someone to tell you to do it.

I have one of these going at the minute. Less of a challenging challenge, more of an excuse to do something I always wanted to do for myself, but never found the time or mindset. I’ve mentioned group video calls as being the quarantine version of group therapy. Liken this then to the homework a shrink would set you. A small task to improve yourself and give a positive boost.

Lockdown Day 17

I totally missed a day. My bad. Luckily, I’m not beholden to deadlines or a boss for this. It’s also pretty lucky as I’ve got nothing to say. Again. The days are blending a little into one big mush of sitting outside, sitting inside, half-arsed exercise, cooking, drinking, eating, walking, playing with baby, working (hah) and playing games. If I didn’t have the TV schedule to follow, you could tell me it’s a Wednesday and I’d believe you.

For all that I am loving all this time and freedom there are some things I do miss. Sport is a big one. As I write this I’m watching F1 highlights from last season. Azerbaijan to be precise.

Welcome to Azerbaijan

Isn’t it pretty? Maybe one day we’ll visit. We (me and Amie) have talked about places we want to travel to, post-pandemic. Mine is a bit more robust, but she’s got some real quality on there. Conveniently, there’s also some crossover. We’ll also have some funds as it is highly likely our vacation next month will be refunded. Which isn’t the nicest thing, but probably the safest.

What else do I miss? The pub. Some of our most relaxing days are just having a walk followed by a nice quiet chat over a couple of beers. The point isn’t so much the drinking, it’s more to experience the atmosphere, that quiet ocean of calm a good country boozer gives you. It could be packed but your table for two over in the corner can still hear each other talking to each other, just shooting the breeze.

Days out too. My list of things to do (I do love a good list) after all this just gets bigger day by day. Spend more time at the beach. Learn to really surf. Get my bike license. I could go on all day and probably into the night. Whenever it came to the weekend in regular times I was always too tired from the week to want to do anything. Now I miss even having the opportunity, even if I don’t take it, to do things. I miss things. Things were cool.

Hopefully I’ll think of something to talk about. Maybe I’ll find a new skill to learn, and document that. Happy Easter.

Lockdown Day 15

There are a great many forms of media out there with which to distract oneself from this grim reality. Some require a bit of thought and activity, some you can just smash on in the background and mellow out to. At the minute I’m leaning towards the latter, specifically this guy:

I’ll post a video at the end.

In a nutshell, he records a luxury flight or hotel, taking in every single detail. Minute ones, like a hot towel before the meal. Or a full slow pan over the full menu available. Usually set to some adagio classical music whilst keeping the white noise picked up by his camera. There’s no obnoxious narration, just a subtle banner with some of his comments. I imagine they’re seldom read, especially if this is a background watch. For some reason, I find it absolutely fascinating to watch. He visits some absolutely stunning places in the most exotic corners of the world. Just don’t check the prices.

The fact that it’s a pipedream for me to visit these places doesn’t bother me. I still get enjoyment from seeing it. I’m basically window-shopping holiday experiences. There are people that would get depressed by it, which is fine, maybe don’t watch them. Fill your time with whatever does make you happy. Or if you want to get deep about it, consider why you can’t take a relaxing travel video at face value and enjoy it without thinking ‘this isn’t my life so now I’m sad at my life’. Hey, we’ve all been there. I say this to provoke thought rather than arguments.

Whether we like it or not, we are currently blessed with the luxury of time. It’s there to use however you see fit. Self-reflection never hurt anybody. A video chat is currently the easiest form of group therapy out there. Let’s be mindful.

Lockdown Day 14

This morning I figured out that if I put the baby down at one end of the front room, I have precisely enough time to make a coffee and pour myself a glass of orange before she makes it to the other side of the room. Where I promptly intercept and reposition. Like a responsible father. Which I’m totally not. She’s grabbed grass? Cool, well done. Biting? Awesome, she’s learning how to use her teeth! She’s sucking on a battery!Okay, that one might be too far. True story though.

She’s fine.

The Twitter experiment isn’t going too well. The problem being, I forget to tweet. Could be why I don’t use it so much; I mean, I’m not interested in browsing it, I just know that people in general do that. And I’m trying to see if it could be advantageous. Even to someone not willing to put the time in to identify a market, view market trends, then try to manipulate, I’m not that kind of guy. Honest.

I will, however, shamelessly use random hashtags to increase traffic. Use tagwords that have something in relation to what I write, whilst being pretty far removed from the subject matter. I’ll steal images without shame. Especially boats. The way I see it, so few people look at this that I’m safe, right? Right. If you wanted serious, useful content, go to medium. They’re great, honest. I constantly hear good things (even if they do send out too many suggested articles.

Today has been one of those typical lockdown days. Enough productivity that it felt useful, enough looking after of baby that it felt special, enough cooking that we’re all fed with leftovers, and enough relaxation that leaves everyone a bit tipsy. I might dedicate the next week to just getting drunk in new and interesting ways, on new and interesting things. It’s not like we’re spending money in pubs and restaurants anymore. And offies have officially been deemed to be ‘essential’. So it’s pretty much a winner.

I had an email just now about ‘why it’s taking so long to develop a vaccine’. It irritated the everloving fuck out of me. This is a new thing. Our race has been around for thousands of years. We’ve known Covid-19 for what, 5 months? Maximum? And people are questioning the time taken to have a proven cure sitting waiting to be used? Are they not right in the head or what?

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Vaccine development usually takes years. The problem is more that the current glut of humanity on their smartphones and tablets, are so used to having a solution at the touch of a button that they’ve lost track of effort. The search for quick tips, hacks and cheats dominates everything. Always the shortcut is sought. Which for a lot of things, is fine. But protecting people’s health? I’d prefer my antidote to have been tried and tested for years, thanks. I’ll skip the fear-mongering, just give me what works.

Lockdown Day 13

Lucky number 13. I should explain that I started counting the days since I was officially stood down from work. With the staggered approach, the slow phase-in that the UK took to locking down, I’m sure everyone started counting from the start of their own situation. And for those who still have to battle on in the NHS and otherwise, well, they’re heroes.

There isn’t any doubt in my mind that I have it pretty easy. I can’t work from home due to the nature of what I do, so I’m furloughed on 85% of my normal wage. I don’t even owe time back. This is a pretty sweet deal. By pursuing hobbies I effectively live the dream. I am now being paid to do whatever I want.

Within reason of course. And within the bounds of the current restrictions of movement. I’m also still bound by my means; I can’t sit around drinking champagne in a dressing down, which is what all professional writers do.

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I don’t know what the aftermath of this pandemic will be. Surely nobody could with any degree of certainty. What I do know is that there are a great many people struggling to deal with isolation, a change in their circumstances and situations occurring out of their control. To these people I would try to urge them to fill their time with positive actions and to try to put a positive spin on things. Empty words it might be, nobody ever told to ‘get over it’ (or whatever) actually does so. Cheer up is another good one that seldom works. What will work will be bettering yourself, working on your weaknesses or further developing your strength. Learn a new skill, hone your existing ones. Think of this enforced house arrest as bonus time to spend on yourself. You are your own greatest asset and it’s one that’s worth looking after.

We might not know where we’ll be in a couple of months time, but we can all meet it prepared.