When I started writing this blog, back when New York shut down in March, I and indeed everyone else, were dealing with the great unknown. There’s a virus and it may kill us all. My personal stories like this drove home that theory. People I knew were dying. And in the grimness of that reality, I felt two things. The need to find hope, even in the smallest of things like running. And a compelling need to document what we were experiencing for my kids, future generations and historians. I hate the fact that the issues that have recently beset the Upper West Side, where I live, have been co-opted…