We do our fox and hounds running trails every Sunday in winter, every Saturday in summer.
Before we run, we get instructions.
Sometimes obscure, sometimes understandable (to us, at least).
We run (or walk) in every weather, every season, every terrain:
And then came – Corona.
Hint: look what it says on the back of his neck!
Our group has run without a break every week for 33 years – come rain or shine or Christmas Eve or Easter Monday. Would we let a stupid *§$%*$!! virus ruin our weekends? Of course not! We kept meeting.
Via zoom. And we had trails. In completely new and innovative ways.
One week we all dressed up in our finest gear, each in the comfort of our own home and we jogged on the spot. At various points we had to answer questions and whoever got them wrong had to do a penance, jumping jacks or squats or the like. For the next week, we ran in our own area, marked the trail in chalk, and documented it with photos. We had adventure quests (like an Easter egg hunt except no eggs but rather little bottles). Another time we ran and each time we came to an intersection we let the throw of a die decide in which direction to continue. And one time we charted our run with a running app and tried to draw a picture (before you puzzle too much: I was not a very good artist but it was fun).
Linked to Friendly Friday: Something new / Something different.