I Went Out Alone for the First Time in 17 Months

And I cried for most for it.

Image: Author’s Own.

I pulled on my fluorescent orange running shoes. Zipped up the workout hoody I’d bought almost 18 months ago, but was only wearing now, for the very first time. It fit a little more snugly than when I first bought it: after all, there was a whole pregnancy and birthing of a baby, never mind a global pandemic, that had happened in the…