For most of the pandemic, I saw masks as a necessary evil when going out for my daily 5K run. I’d stick it on if someone was coming the other way down the street, of course, and cross over to the other side or run in the road where possible. That’s just good manners in the COVID era. But at all other moments my mask was a potential menace. It felt suffocating, and was forever getting sweaty and gross. I took to running with it catching the wind in one hand, almost flying it like a kite to keep it dry.