Friday 5^th June 2020

I’ve been pretty good with lockdown. In many ways I’ve enjoyed it, and used to it to engage with things that I ordinarily haven’t had time for. I’ve played Warcraft until I burnt myself out, I’ve read more. I’ve caught up on a few TV series.

I have got a bit frustrated as I wait on a couple of publishing related things and I’m not going to lie and say these haven’t been a source of a bit of anxiety recently. But I’ve tried to keep myself busy.

However, now lockdowns are slowly being lifted and there’s chance for up to 6 people to congregate I’m finding myself craving human face-to-face interaction.

Specifically, a number of HEMAists are trying to get training going again. It’s limited to 6 people, outside with social distancing, and all other sensible precautions.

Now I stopped going to the gym to reduce the risk well ahead of curfew and that same decision-making part of my brain would say to continue to train at home.

But, I find myself sat at home, feeling more and more unfit, longing for the adrenaline from sparring with a friend.

Yes, there’s things I could do here to get my fitness up, but I need that adrenaline spike to motivate me.

In short, I find myself actually missing people. I’m tempted to sign up for Sunday’s first outdoor sparring session but given that I suspect we’re heading for another peak, I find myself asking is it worth the risk?

I’m not sure coronaweight will allow me to get into my jacket, and do I want to drive all the way to Reading?

It would definitely do my mental health good to get out. I’m feeling very tired and rundown at the moment, and I need to do something different. Ordinarily, this would be when I’d jump in the car and go off on a little adventure on my own. But adventures are cancelled for now.

I suspect that I might hold off for a few weeks, ensure that the R doesn’t go back up, and maybe use that future session as motivation to start getting my health back in shape.

But still… people.