After three weeks of quarantine, I’m getting the itch to go for a run, a very long run. Not that we can because we are on strict stay-at-home orders in Argentina.
But if I could …
A year ago, I ran a half marathon through the forests and tundra of Tierra del Fuego, at the end of the world. It took me more than five hours to complete the race in the mountains, which is exactly what I would love to do right now. Today. Get out there and run for a breath of fresh air and to let off steam. A lot of it.
I told my son.
“How far do you want to go?” the 14-year-old asked, looking up from his PlayStation.
“24 kilometers.”
“If that was meters, I’d run with you.”
He returned to playing his game. I went and looked out the window at the perfectly sunny autumn morning with a briskness that is so inviting, yet so out of reach.
