Coronasizing – Frogger Style

Upon healing from a pulled muscle (thanks CBD), I went back to coronasizing.

Once again I took to the streets for a run. Well, actually it was more of a combination of a jog, walk, strut, sprinkled with a few Elaine style dance moves.

It was quite a challenging workout.

Not because of the lingering muscle strain, but because a newly released study had me frantically trying to avoid coming within 6 feet of other joggers.

I found myself constantly dodging joggers and looking for opportunities to cross busy roads. It can only best be described as a real-life game of Frogger.

This was one tough cross. I think I started at a level way too advanced for my Frogger skills.

So I pressed reset and went to level one.

Crap! No time to cross here at all. I snapped this picture while hiding in the bushes waiting for this guy to pass. I hope he didn’t see me taking his picture.

As always, my coronasizing became more interesting as my playlist and journey began to collide.

Here I am debating whether or not to cross right now.

I have to admit, I’m both excited and shocked by how thin my shadow looks.

And how tall! I’m like a freaken giant.

While I was admiring my shadow, this guy totally crept up behind me and then quickly surpassed me. In case the police are reading this, they should know he was totally within 6 feet of me.

Most notably, I don’t think I could have found a more perfect lyric.

There was more confusion at the end of the road. 

So I turned around and went home.



Coronasizing Through Limitations

Today I woke up, did 60 Rocky-style sit-ups and planked for 1 minute and 30 seconds. Yesterday I planked for 1 minute and 20 seconds, so I am officially one day closer to beating the world planking record of 8 hours 15 minutes and 15 seconds. I’m still trying to figure out how someone can go 8 hours without a pretzel.

I decided to escape confinement and go for a run jog speed-walk stroll.

As been the recent routine, I recorded my day in pictures.

The day began with constant reminders of restrictions.


And speed bumps.


And roadblocks.


And rules.

Since jogging with briefcases is clearly not allowed, I decided not to enter this neighborhood.


I was confronted with things I didn’t have.

Like wings.


And masks.


And the freedom to simply go.


I was even envious of those who were still able to go to work as if it were just an ordinary day in 2019.


Looking down is the easiest way to feel grounded.

And small.


So I looked up instead.

There is nothing like a flawless sky to awaken freedom.

And gratitude.


I ended the day at happy hour.

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And got a head start of holiday festivities.