Seeing as walks aren't cutting it, I tried jogging.

I haven't jogged since before I had kids. I went from 0 to 5 km in a week, and every time I get back from my jog I am like ugh, do I seriously have to go in the house.

I wish I could jog everyday; I can't. I think about how long till I can go outside for a jog all day long - Outside being the key word there.

I need some better running shoes. I'm running on concrete and tile, and I think my runners are walking shoes. The stores are closed of course. Buying runners online would probably be better than what i have right now.

I jog right after dinner, before I put the kids to bed. I would go earlier, but it's really hot till about 5 pm. 9 am would probably be an equivalent time, but I can't seem to get going that early, and breakfast appears on the table around 9 am too. The temperature is still above 30 C at the time, with humidity making it feel somewhere just below 40 C.

Mostly though I really like jogging through sunset and seeing all the lights come out along the waterfront. It's shockingly beautiful. Apparently the sunsets are best right now because of the reduced air pollution from the Circuit Breaker.

I run all the way to the end of Labrador Park to wear it is blocked off and then back. It's nice to see something farther away then I could in a walk, but also annoying that I can't go any farther. The pier is closed currently so I can't even run out there. It's a popular fishing spot and fishing is not allowed in Singapore right now.

Jogging feels rather social, even though I'm jogging alone. I pass a lot of people in a very short period of time. A lot of people are out at that time for their daily exercise. Most of the people are walking, many of them are trailing children on scooters and bikes. The walkers, and usually the kids, are wearing masks. It's hard to connect with the mask wearers.

The other joggers aren't wearing masks. The serious joggers ignore us amateurs.  You can tell us apart by our clothing. The serious joggers are in spandex, matching moisture-wicking, anti-chafing clothes. The amateurs are in mismatched cotton t-shirts and shorts.

There are a few amateurs' faces that stand out. They light up with joy when they see you running towards them. They grin and shout hello and wave at you like you are great friends. We have never met; they are just excited to see another person. They know I am one of them.