A strange weekend, dominated by running (mud, miles, rain) and listening to the radio and thinking of happy runs around the streets of Paris. I saw a sweet gesture on Twitter yesterday by the crew at Vulpine, where they just asked people to share happy memories of cycling through or around the city.
In the same spirit, I remembered a (mildly) amusing story of my own. I was in Paris for work and had to get my long run done on a Sunday morning. But at some point I took the wrong route, and realised that my long run threatened to become marathon length if I didn’t head back. I stopped briefly to ask a man what the most direct way back to that area was. He looked at me, gave an extremely Gallic shrug, and said “Par le métro, bien sûr!” with the tone of one who knows they are talking to a lunatic.
So whether you’ve run the Paris marathon, or just sauntered around the streets, share your stories below the line. But of course, I also want to hear about your weekends just gone, as well. Did you race, wallow in the mud or make those tentative first steps back from injury? Share all below the line.
And one final thought - hats off to my friend and colleague Adharanand who is back from the Oman Desert Marathon. 165km across the sand, battling 40C temperatures and scorpions. Now that puts my 15 miler yesterday into perspective ...
