Since it’s forbidden to…

Less than 100 meters from our house starts a path that leads into a forest. A few hundred meters higher, a fork. On the right, to the village centre. On the left, towards a forest of the Master of Rouxy. I take to the left. Pleasant ascent in gentle slope under the beeches and the spruces. Until I reach the forest, whose entrance is blocked by a tree broken down by the storm. It is necessary to pass under it and climb about a hundred meters, on a very steep slope, without clearly marked path, by crossing over cut branches, trunks of trees, or by sneaking under. I reach a nice gently sloping trail that joins a few moments later a track that becomes a road that brings me back to our house. 4 kilometres in total. One question: Have I been “mountaineering”? Because “mountaineering” is forbidden – beyond the question of being within 1 km of home and for a maximum duration of one hour. A radius of 1 km, Geoportail, on the Internet, has an option that allows to say it. As far as one hour is concerned, a watch is made to tell this! But “mountain” or “not mountain”? It seems that it is up to the gendarmes to decide and therefore to issue tickets or not – why are you laughing? This morning, on this course, neighbours told us they heard… drones, watching potential walkers or joggers…

But since it’s forbidden to prohibit, then I got my motivation back. I don’t talk to anyone except at least ten metres away. I will have a mask, when masks are available – for the time being I wear a Buff. 65 km (40 M) this week, 569 km (355 M) since January 1st. And they want containment for the aged until 2022? They might as well put us in «old aged homes» right away! Thanks to the Virus, there will be room in those places!

About Virus, Frimousse’s Mistress coughs a lot and is very breathless. Our doctor says it may be a weak form of the disease. But… I should be sick! And I am, for the moment, in great shape.


My son aka Elouan’s father is very angry. He’s texted me this:

Running forbidden in Paris and in three departments fuck. The Prefect of Paris says that people can take a breather, take the children out but they don’t have the right to run, Very smart for social distancing. It is clearly an “anti-runners” measure. Fuck them. Macron was out with a lot of people around and nobody was fined while the rules of distancing were clearly violated. But a single runner is dangerous. Assholes. All of them.

Is it safe to run outside?

In fact, it’s safer to be outside than inside when it comes to disease transmission. When people congregate together and someone sneezes or coughs, droplets get onto objects that people touch, and then people touch their face, Nieman explains. The best plan for running right now is to go out for a solo run and enjoy the outdoors.

Getting in 30 to 60 minutes of moderate to brisk activity can help your immune system keep viruses at bay. Be sure you know what’s going on in your area and if there are any restrictions or mandatory self-quarantines. And, if you’re sick or at-risk of spreading the virus, you shouldn’t go out.

During a quarantine, Nieman suggests doing some exercise while staying where you are quarantined to keep healthy—doing bodyweight exercises or running on an at-home treadmill are great ways to do this. Unless you’re sick.

“If you do have flu or coronavirus, or have fever, sick people think wrongly they can ‘exercise the virus out of the system’ or ‘sweat it out,’ that’s a myth. It’s actually the opposite,” Neiman says.


I have studied the matter carefully and I have found a solution to avoid dying at home. I made myself a route within a 1 km radius that requires between an hour and an hour and a half. Then I leave with a self declaration (on honour!) in the left pocket, indicating the actual time of my departure, and another, well at the bottom of the right pocket, indicating 45 minutes later. So I am in good standing. I should be ashamed? There are others who should be ashamed: the so-called experts of all kinds. They’ve banned open-air markets and they push people to get supplies in indoor stores!

Watch why I write this.


As we have very good weather the Mistress of Frimousse went to run – within a radius of 1 km from our place. This is necessary because she is having difficulties breathing. Stress due to the current situation? But it’s not possible to have proper medical examinations right now, medical staff have bigger fish to fry… My son runs at night, with a headlamp, in Nature near his home. He observes 1 hour time limit. And he also uses the exercise bike and the elliptical. As for my grandson, he invents things like the «Eiffel Tower» challenge. It means running 324 meters (1000 ft) up, and down, the stairs of the house the number of times necessary! They live in a house, not a building!


We must punish the joggers, the hikers, the cyclists, who brought the virus from their escapes. But above all not those who, for their pleasure or for their business, travel all over of the world. People will tell me that now that the damage is done, the only measure needed to be implemented to slow down the spread of the virus is strict confinement. But then why not close EVERYTHING, with distribution of rations by military protected by masks and suits? The customers in the supermarkets touch the packages, the fresh products, the vegetables, there is no way to prevent it, not to mention the danger that most of the cashiers run.

They’ll think I’m a selfish person who wants to keep wandering around while millions are locked up in their flats. But usually for me, no Seychelles, Balearics, Marrakech or other heavenly destinations: the far end of my garden and a few kilometers away from here – virus-full area.

I will end by writing about myself a few lines. When I go out to walk or jog, since I have resumed exercising a little more than a year ago, this always requires me a big effort, and moral is my engine. Well done! Anti-sport « experts » have won. They managed to destroy me. Because my health, they don’t care.

Paradoxical injunction

On the one hand, the managers and employees of the tertiary sector, who can telework from their secondary residence, while the children play in the garden, on the other, the invisible whose work is often poorly paid, qualifications not always recognized (especially in many highly feminized occupations), and which have the duty, and sometimes no other choice, than to continue working. Where this is frankly scandalous and should be repressed, rather than unnecessarily controlling certain walkers in sparsely populated areas, is when subcontractors are threatened with losing their contracts by a major contractor, solely because the contractor is anxious to maintain its supplies for the next recovery.

After Philippe Frémeaux, economist

Springtime teleworking

The Mistress of Frimousse does telework. Yesterday it took quite a bit of tinkering with the computer to make it possible. We were still able to take a walk on the paths and roads above the house – three metres apart so we wouldn’t be thought to be together… Idem this morning. Never seen so many people on these paths, in the middle of the morning! And at the same time what silence! Almost no planes, you could hear the insects that were foraging the buds, opening up, at the top of the trees. We are so lucky to live here! I can’t help thinking of the tens of millions of people locked in their apartments in France, Italy, Spain, Belgium…

Of course no way to go walking by the Lake so here it is climbing, and descending. My knees appreciate!

This Friday morning…

This Friday morning, a 4.4-mile-jog/walk as yesterday morning. near the Lake. Old people must stay at home, the President said. I didn’t disobey because I didn’t meet anyone. Almost no one, except for an old lady like me who, this morning, was doing the same course, Nordic walking.