One year ago this month I started running again, something I hadn’t done since the 2013 Rock ‘N Roll Marathon. I also started treating my high blood pressure, the existence of which perplexed me since I still ate well and climbed the stairs at work.
The timing was fortuitous since the coronavirus takes aim not only at our parents and grandparents, but also at those with underlying conditions, including those we can control.
That last bit seems to have been cast aside in governments’ rush to callously strip away people’s livelihoods and ability to support their families.
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