(There is no intended point, or specific goal being made with this post. No, this is simply more of my own personal weighing in with myself on this new, bleak future Mankind is now facing; namely the coronavirus, otherwise known as COVID-19. It’s a strange new world and everything is changing, and one of the few “coping mechanisms” that I have that I can still do relatively safely here at home, is this blog, so this post is more an effort to document these strange times in which we now exist and, specifically … train. Be smart out there people.)
It’s already April and I should be well on my way to building some serious fitness heading into the outdoor season but, of course, that was all before this global COVID-19 pandemic crises swept in and shrouded the world with a palpable air of gloom and despair. Borders have been either closed or have newly imposed restricted access regulations, travel bans have been placed on international and non-essential traffic, schools, restaurants, and “non-essential” businesses have shut their doors, professional sports and live sporting and entertainment events have all been cancelled, “social distancing” is now strongly encouraged and gatherings of more than five people are not permitted, even the Olympics have been postponed to July 2021 for fuck sakes!
Know the last time the Olympics was ever delayed?
Never!
That’s when.
In fact, the modern Olympics as we know it have only been cancelled twice before in history.
Of course, there were little things going on at the time known collectively as WWI and WWII … but I digress.
Our world has now been forever altered, and not necessarily for the better either. Now with the recommended self-isolation measures and “social distancing” practices, gyms pools are all closed, and most running and cycling groups have suspended their weekly workout programs and, instead, are asking their athletes and participants to stay home; or at least go it alone if they absolutely must venture outdoors. Suddenly, that glorious outdoor training season that we’ve all been looking forward to is in jeopardy, as are all the anticipated events and competitions that we’ve been counting down in our training calendars all winter.
Everything is now (quite literally) up in the air.
Now, you’d think then that the triathlete in particular would be faring a bit more than most, as we have more or less have been training for just these kinds of new isolated conditions and, ordinarily, I would agree with you. We all spend, and have spent lots of time in our own basement “pain caves” to be sure.
What’s a few more weeks … or months?
Amirite?
However, this whole current coronavirus outbreak is doing me no favors whatsoever. I can’t swim as the pools are closed, our public trails are clogged with pedestrians (often quite in conflict with the “social distancing” guidelines), joyriders are making it challenging and stressful to be out bike riding and, shit, I’m not even sure I want to be outside anyway. I’m not really smart enough to figure out Zwift and other online group workout sites, and I’m too cheap to pay for any online memberships. Our grocery runs are delivered now to our front porch to be in as best correspondence with our self-imposed quarantine as possible and, therefore, our access to readily available fresh produce is proving to somewhat of a challenge and maintaining a healthy daily regimented diet is problematic to say the least*.
And we are not giving in to the temptations of panic hoarding either.
“We are all in this altogether” as they say.
These are some dark fucking times, man.
Some peers of mine are simply choosing to continue on “business as usual”, and attempting to maintain their disciplined training programs regardless – and “Power to them!” I say.
Bravo!
For me, however, this is simply not going to be the case.
I am in an awkward position where, happy as I am that I am still considered an “essential resource” and permitted to maintain working, it also comes with the greater inherent risk that I could be exposed to or contact the COVID-19 virus, especially given the often “less-than-ideal” sanitary conditions that I need to work in. As such, on my mornings, evenings and weekends, I do not tend to stray too far from home.
I guess you could say that I am becoming aware that this global COVID-19 pandemic is a sign of sorts, that the human race collectively needs to slow down and reconsider its current pace of life if we are ever going to continue existing prosperously on this great blue marble of ours floating around in the celestial infinity of the cosmos.
Too deep?
Anyway, what does this mean then for my health, both physical and mental, in the coming weeks to months?
To be truthful, I don’t know exactly.
While I have been out for some recent solo rides out in local country roads nearby now that the nicer weather is upon us, I have pretty much circled the wagons for all other activities and instead, embraced the quiet life that inevitably goes with this bonus “down time” we’ve all been gifted.
Hey, sometimes you just “have to go with the flow”.
For me then, that means I have been reading more and – get this – yard work! That’s right folks, the other day I raked the front and back yard (after fixing said rake), cleaned out the window wells, swept out the garage, tidied up the workbench and sorted out my grandfather’s tool box, sorted and separated a shit ton of screws and nails, and rehung a metal bracket to hang a bird feeder meaning, of course, that I hand to operate a power tool.
That right, bitches … I used a POWER DRILL!
While all this was going on, there was RUSH playing barely audibly over a broken radio and a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee going cold on a shelf within arms’ reach. And if that isn’t the very epitome of the true Canadian in his natural habitat, I don’t know what is!
You know the last time something like that has happened on a weekend?
Never!
(Once again)
Ordinarily, I would be out for a long ride or run, so that I could slip in a few errands and maybe drop by the local boozer for a pint before retiring home again in time for dinner. There was seldom time in the day to scratch my ass, much less sort screws from nails … and all things considered, it was very satisfying indeed.
Also on the “Pro-Quarantine Front”, is that I have embraced reading once again.
You know, books n’ shit.
Yup, me!
Being almost exclusively a non-fiction kind of guy, I have read biographies on such historical figures as Ernest Shackleton, Iggy Pop, Rev. Jim Jones, Patti Smith, Van Gogh, Bonnie & Clyde, King Leopold, and Theodore Roosevelt to name but a few. Let it never be said then that I’m not a genuine Renaissance Man. I’ve been seriously enjoying this somewhat rejuvenating quiet time on the couch with a record on the family turntable and a cat lying at my feet; a cold drink within an easy reach. It’s almost as if I’m putting my mind and body in permanent “recharge mode”.
I’m not gonna lie – it doesn’t suck.
Not having to stress about the next workout, the next upcoming race, or how much I may be falling behind in my training regimen is, well … liberating.
I like it.
As for the more physical health aspect, that too is being slowed down and more “strategically compartmentalized”. That’s my way of saying that as far as exercise goes, I’m more doing what I feel like when I feel like doing it.
Period!
For example, now that the weather is nicer and the winter seems to be finally behind us, I am taking my usual morning core workouts to the back porch in the mornings and, instead, enjoying a nice, invigorating and gentle-flowing yoga practice. Sure, gone from the routine is my faithful morning mat companion, Toby the “Morning Crack Cat”, as is the usually weird record from my “Cornball” collection of oddball records as a soundtrack, but there is something now to be said about waking up to a lungful of fresh air, while the squirrels forage the yard for lost buried treasure and red-wing blackbirds patrol the area for potential threats; a hot coffee steams nearby.
Sounds pretty sweet, right?
It is.
Of course, for God knows what reason, there is also in the near vicinity during these workouts an old axe, as well as rusted out squirrel trap. I’m not sure what this does for my chakra’s exactly, but I’m sure will won’t hurt any.
Yes, if it was an ordinary training day I’d already have done some laps, or be getting back from a morning tempo run, but it’s not. I’m at home – where I should be. And if this is what training is now in the absence of that fast-paced “Go! Go! Go!” world, especially when you’re not directly and constantly wired into it … then I dig it.
What can I say?
It is what it.
And if quieter and more introspective times should genuinely lie ahead, then I want my exercise routine to be also reflective of that more, shall we say, magnanimous shift and, hopefully, lend to not driving myself insane in the meantime and then, once this whole coronavirus bullshit finally blows over, we can all get up and together and rise from the ashes like the unique and beautiful Phoenix’s that we are, ready to once again tackle the fitness world.
But for the time being, it’s time for us all to rest.
Stay at home, folks.
And wash your hands, for God sakes!
*Don’t even get me going on toilet paper, basic PPE’s and essential cleaning and sanitizing products.