It’s a great day for the race. The human race. At a contemplative pace.
We were knee-deep in quarantine and the television was on. “Andrew Cuomo is talking about running!” I shrieked excitedly to my husband.
“Running for president?”
No. Known for his enjoyment of pickup basketball games and water-skiing, the governor was announcing the relatively safe form of outdoor exercise he planned to take up during the pandemic. I felt a wave of smug solidarity —#NewYorkStrong! — mulling my own daily circumgyrations around Fort Greene Park in Brooklyn. Then came a twinge of conscience, worse than whatever’s going on in my lower back.
For what I have done daily since this whole calamity began cannot fairly be described as “running.” Even “jogging” is, in truth, a…