The dominoes continue to fall. The house of cards is built on the shakiest of grounds.
Running isn’t cancelled… it’s just done in isolation. The irony is that I’ve been here in Florida for a longer stretch than I’ve been any place since 1995. And if this continues, I could literally almost run the courses virtually. Which is a weird thing to type and to think and to possibly do.
Twenty-twenty is a hell of a year.
