In the earliest days of lockdown, when we barely knew how much the world had changed, I struggled to take my daily exercise.
I joined in half-heartedly with the rest of the family as they tried out Joe Wicks and a range of other online regimes to get themselves moving in the morning. But I didn’t last a week.
Venturing outside felt wonderful yet perilous; and I rarely managed to find the time to head out in daylight hours. Eventually I found an evening routine, togging up with hat and scarf for a brisk turn around the block just before bed.
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