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Absence and exercise
Jan. 6th, 2021 04:07 pmGosh. Not posted (and, indeed, barely, read) here for ages. I changed my password months ago, using my desktop computer, and wrote it down (yes, yes, I know!) and put it in a Safe Place. And actually, no, I didn't forget what the Safe Place was; it's just that every time I tried to click on my LJ shortcut, I was on my laptop or phone in a different room. "I wonder what my new password is," I thought. "I'll find out and log in in a moment, but for now, I'll stay sitting here and read something else."
And, apparently, the need to get up from the couch and go All The Way Upstairs! was a task of such immensity, that somehow, without me really noticing it, months have passed. I've probably only managed to solve the apparently Herculean problem because I'm working from home again and back at the desk.
Anyway, since the forecast for Saturday looks pleasingly cold and sunny - my favourite walking weather - I thought I'd try to find out if lockdown rules allow one to go on a Big Walk, or if I need to keep it short and local. It turns out that I am allowed to drive to a reasonably local outdoor space for exercise, but NOT for recreation or leisure. I have concluded that this means that, A, I am allowed a walk, but, B, I am legally required to hate every single minute of it. A route chosen for maximum squelch, perhaps, and taking in all those farms and fields that scare me, due to past encounters with rampaging bullocks or furious dogs. All the while, I will have to listen a dull, work-related audiobook. If I show any sign of enjoying myself for Even Just One Moment, the police will swoop in fine me. Presumably the very birds of the air are in league with them. I KNEW there was something suspicious about the way they've carefully cultivated sea eagles in a secret location on the Isle of Wight!
And, apparently, the need to get up from the couch and go All The Way Upstairs! was a task of such immensity, that somehow, without me really noticing it, months have passed. I've probably only managed to solve the apparently Herculean problem because I'm working from home again and back at the desk.
Anyway, since the forecast for Saturday looks pleasingly cold and sunny - my favourite walking weather - I thought I'd try to find out if lockdown rules allow one to go on a Big Walk, or if I need to keep it short and local. It turns out that I am allowed to drive to a reasonably local outdoor space for exercise, but NOT for recreation or leisure. I have concluded that this means that, A, I am allowed a walk, but, B, I am legally required to hate every single minute of it. A route chosen for maximum squelch, perhaps, and taking in all those farms and fields that scare me, due to past encounters with rampaging bullocks or furious dogs. All the while, I will have to listen a dull, work-related audiobook. If I show any sign of enjoying myself for Even Just One Moment, the police will swoop in fine me. Presumably the very birds of the air are in league with them. I KNEW there was something suspicious about the way they've carefully cultivated sea eagles in a secret location on the Isle of Wight!
