{"id":116723,"date":"2020-03-24T11:59:14","date_gmt":"2020-03-24T15:59:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/old.cieleathletics.com\/journal\/?p=116723"},"modified":"2020-04-22T17:49:09","modified_gmt":"2020-04-22T21:49:09","slug":"lutter-avec-ses-emotions-un-flux-de-la-conscience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/journal.cieleathletics.com\/fr\/blog\/2020\/03\/24\/lutter-avec-ses-emotions-un-flux-de-la-conscience\/","title":{"rendered":"lutter avec ses \u00e9motions | un flux de la conscience"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Yesterday, March 16th, I chased my best friend around a parking lot, begging for a hug. She ran circles around her car, avoiding contact with me. It was a live version of one of those jokes somebody makes that\u2019s clouded by a subtle hint of utter seriousness. The numbers of people infected with COVID-19 had grown exponentially, but we did not yet have formal living restrictions in place. Most people were working from home, and we knew we shouldn\u2019t be cross-contaminating germs, but we were still willing to walk a trail together, side by side. We bumped elbows once, and made note of it – jokingly, nervously. <\/p>\n\n\n\n