Lockdown #FOMO

Lockdown FOMO.

I have it.

Oh yes, and I have it badly.

And no, it’s not what you think.

It’s not FOMO from not being able to run outdoors, or from seeing photos from British friends who can still head out and exercise.

I mean, obviously, I am super envious that my friends can still run outdoors, but no, I’ve got a different kind of FOMO.

Its called Lockdown FOMO.

And it’s a real thing. Trust me.

My social media time line is FLOODED with every single runner I know, out there busy exercising, and working out, and doing this, and doing that, and issuing challenges here, and accepting challenges there.

People are running marathons inside their homes!

Dammit, people are even running ultras inside their homes!!

People are doing yoga, and handstands, and everyone is issuing challenges left, right, and centre.

People are podcasting, and zoom-ing, and house-partying their workouts.

And when they’re not yoga-ing, or weight-lifting, or running up and down 795000 stairs a day, everyone is baking cakes and sourdough, and generally being WAY, WAY, WAY too accomplished for speech.

All I am managing to do is walk slowly up and down the driveway with my bonkers puppy.

I occasionally use my treadmill, just so that I can catch up on an episode of Big Little Lies.

I’m not baking.

I’m not making bread.

I’m not running ultras inside my house.

I’m not taking online classes.

I’m not giving online classes.

I couldn’t challenge anyone to anything more energetic than trying to run 30 metres down the driveway without being tripped up by the dog.

NOW do you get my lockdown #fomo?

I AM TERRIFIED THAT WHEN ALL THIS IS OVER, EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO EMERGE SVELTE, AND FIT, AND TRIM, AND FABULOUSLY IN SHAPE, AND I AM GOING TO STAGGER OUT LOOKING AND FEELING LIKE A SLOB.

So yes, friends, major FOMO happening.

To have such a strange “gift” as this lockdown – it’s not a gift at all, but the terrible consequence of a terrible situation – but you know what I mean…

To have the “gift” of this unexpected block of time, which we can all potentially use to great advantage, and all I’m doing is scanning old photos, and playing with my dogs.

OK, OK, so how about this?

IF lockdown is extended, THEN I’ll do all kinds of clever, productive stuff.

How does that sound?

I’ll workout more.

I’ll exercise more.

Might even experiment with making fancy-shmancy bread in our ancient bread-making machine.

Until then, it’s full steam ahead with feeling majorly FOMO-esque.

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