This article first run in the New Vision of Friday July 23rd, 2021
It just struck me the other day that we have been under some sort of lockdown for the last 15 months or so, give or take a few days. One and a half years without the total freedoms we were so used to, is that even real?
It came to me as I watched scenes of Brits celebrating the opening of night clubs after 16 months shut down. Does anyone even remember what it was like to go into a nightclub? Shall we even have any nightclubs when this thing is finally done and gone? The last time I was in a night club was in Guvnor when I went to watch the Afrigo Band’s monthly performance, I don’t even remember what century that was.
This lockdown has been harder than the first total one we had last year; it might be because last year it was all new and each day was an adventure. So before we realised it the worst of was over, a partial release was at hand, and we could move around a bit.
There is nothing exotic about this one, though; each new day is more painful that the one past and, with silly wags predicting there might be an extension, no end in sight. Last year’s total lockdown was 21 days, I think. This time we are doing 42 days, and it is driving me crazy.
One aspect of the COVID-19 pandemic that may not make the headlines is the mental strain it is taking on people, especially the lockdowns. After the ICUs are empty of covid patients, the big part of the population is fully vaccinated, and wearing masks is no longer required by law (it is already happening in some countries) the wards of psychiatric hospitals might be full instead.
Instead of going crazy staring at the same walls day after day, week in and week out, some people have chosen to run. Some run every week, some run several days a week. Others run every day, and some even run several times a day. But they run. And I joined them. Or rather, I walk with them. Since an ankle injury a few years ago, I can’t run very well, so I walk. Or as my Nike running app always tells me when I start, it’s a work out.
Some people work out early in the morning, and insist that it gives them energy to face the day. But since we’re all at home, I’m not sure where that energy is going to go. In any case I’ve never been a morning person, all those years spent in boarding school notwithstanding.
So I do my workouts in the evening. But I do admit there are advantages to working out early in the morning, not least of all that there are not that many people on the road. Few cars, fewer bodabodas and, as a female colleague pointed out, also fewer men. And there’s something about that morning sun.
In the evening, however, everyone is trying to get home, and the roads are crowded, in spite of it being a lockdown. With no public transport, everyone else walks home, so the sidewalks are also crowded, meaning you have to keep your mask on most of the time, and that makes breathing a tad difficult.
But evening workouts take me back to when I was an active and competitive sportsman, and most of the training and the competing took place in the evening. So walking along briskly (I discovered speed walking, which is quite a workout), and dodging pesky boda riders that think the whole damn world is theirs to ride wherever they want, I can feel that once again I’m training for a coming Tae-kwon-do competition; or building up my stamina so I can play a whole basketball game in a coming tournament. And I’ll forget that very soon I’ll be back inside the walls that have been surrounding me these past weeks.
There’s something very therapeutic about working out on the road, and I’ve written whole articles and short stories in my head during a 15km workout. I’ve also figured out how to phrase that pesky proposal that has been tormenting me, and have also written several poems that could make an anthology sometime in the future. All in my head, while working out.
But it can be boring, especially if you take the same routes, and you do it all alone. Some folks have formed neighbourhood groups, and that helps not only push each other on, but also get that socialising that is so important to human beings.
But I’ve always been something of a lone wolf, so I usually do my workouts alone. And I’ve never got up to listening to music while walking, maybe I should. But I’ve worked out several routes that I follow, about four or five of them; and will alternate them during the week. On average, I work out four times a week. More than that and it will become like work, so I try to keep it easy and enjoyable.
I have also joined several challenges on the Nike app, which helps to keep the competitive juices flowing. The current Old Budonians Bursary Road Challenge requires us to walk or run 500km over the next three months. That’s an average of about 42km every week, or a marathon every week for three months. I have never even come close to doing a marathon, and I’m required to do one every week?
But, I’d like to report ladies and gentlemen, that since this month started I average more than 50km a week. Who would have thought? And I’ve done a few 22km sessions, which is equivalent to the MTN mini-marathon. I remember when the 10km run was a major challenge, uh!
It is also recommended that one joins several challenges, which would be like running a race with several other people. Gives you more people to compete with. Some of the people that join the challenge are definitely out of one’s league, like those Budonians that have completed the 3-month challenge in 3 weeks! That’s akin to running a mini-marathon every day for 3 weeks! Not human, those folks. And don’t even think of challenging Herman Kambugu, who runs 60km to warm up!
But now I do know why Forrest Gump started running!