With the world in near lockdown, I, for one, am enjoying the peace and quiet when I go running. I don't care that it's wrong to say it - quarantine has been really good for my calves. And for my psyche. There are far fewer idiots checking out my ass while I'm running. I shouldn't have to wear my husband's baggy sweat pants just to jog in peace. I'm tempted to... light up their lives... just a little. Singe them some next time. That would do the trick nicely, I think. But knowing this world, I'd be the one that got in trouble for it. Though I'd like to see the police try and hold me.