A runner rounds the south corner of the trail around North Hollywood Park.

On the run

I spent the year of shutdown and isolation training for marathons that never happened, with no finish line in sight.

The Sunday before Election Day 2020, I ran my 2,000th mile of the year; now, in late December, I’m closing in on mile 2,300. In a typical week this autumn, I spent maybe a dozen hours outside the cloistered courtyard of my apartment building. An hour…