So it is very strange for me to say that I began to enjoy running at age forty-three, during a pandemic, right around the time I started peeing on myself every time I coughed. I know I really enjoy running because the steps I have to go through to get out the door are absurd. I am middle-aged, and what moisture is left in my body is being hoarded by my skin in its quest not to look like a dried riverbed. I get dehydrated easily.
