Shortly before Mother’s Day I was out running with Jim and Annie. It was a regular day and I was finally starting to feel good physically and emotionally. The Covid Stay Home order had been lifted. Staying put isn’t one of my strengths. Especially if someone tells me I have to. I’m typically a rule follower but I don’t enjoy being told what do when it goes against my temperament. However, I had stayed home and even embraced it for the first few weeks like most everyone else. While our gym was closed I took advantage of the at-home workouts offered via Facebook live. Not giving much thought to the fact it was on hard tile in my little den/study. Or that I was still wearing my running shoes. But I loved working out from home this way. I still somehow felt connected with this community of women. I moved furniture around. Annie would join in and try to steal my mat but I still got a good workout every day I wasn’t running. I can’t say it was an event or a “all of a sudden” that