Happy Holidays to you and yours. Jim and I are digging deep to walk the talk, keep optimistic and hopeful as we celebrate our craptastic Covid Christmas at Fountain of Youth. We are spending it alone, because once again, 2020 laughed in our faces when we tried to make other plans.
Prepped and Ready to Do Battle
We’ve been training to run a New Year’s Eve half-marathon on the spaghetti bowl of FOY trails. For the last month we’ve been tackling crazy terrain completely different from road running, like during our Camp Covid Ultra. Tripping and falling is part of the process of becoming a better trail runner and this rocky terrain offers plenty of opportunities. And over the last few weeks the more I fell, the stronger I felt, mentally and physically. I couldn’t wait for a new race challenge. I pictured myself going even deeper into the ultra running world in 2021.
And then we went to L.A. to visit my mom. And Coronavirus hitched a ride back.
This is not the Flu
It doesn’t matter how it happened. It did, and we can’t change that fact. I’m just relieved my mom and sister didn’t get it too. No doubt some will judge Jim and I, thinking that were being careless. Go ahead, think what you want. Because I know that we did all we could to avoid it.
Since March, we’ve taken every precaution possible to avoid this disease. We wear masks. We stopped traveling. We avoid public places. We use Instacart. But the virus is now so rampant in L.A., that what was once a “safe” activity like seeing my family bubble, is no longer.
From the day I woke up feeling off, I knew this was no “flu.” Jim fell ill within a day of me, and this nasty bug has pummeled our bodies in a way that no flu or cold ever has. So please, the next time you hear an anti-masker Covidiot say “It’s no worse than the flu if you get it,” do me a favor? Punch them in the face. This is worse. A LOT worse.
A craptastic Covid Christmas for the ages.
Thankfully, we don’t appear to have the worst of the disease. Our bodies are weak, exhausted and achy, but seven days in, our appetites are good, our lungs feel strong, and our friends and doctor believe we are in the best possible shape to beat this beast quickly and without lasting effects.
We WILL beat Covid. We have to. Our crappy health insurance won’t cover us in California. If we need medical care, we’re on our own, financially speaking. This lack of coverage outside of our home state is the price we’ve always paid as full-time RVers. It’s always lingered in the back of my mind and now, it’s at the forefront. So we are doing all we can to be kind to our bodies and heal without needing to check into a clinic.
In the meantime, I hope you are celebrating your holiday in a responsible, special, meaningful way that keeps you and your loved ones safe, healthy and warm. Are you sharing a beautiful meal with those you love? Engaging in an act of kindness for a stranger? Spending time surrounded by the magic of nature and non-human animals? Whatever it is, may your festivities bring more love and light into a world that needs it now more than ever.
Stay safe, and wear a damn mask.