It has been two years but it seems like yesterday that I decided to go for a run under the pouring rain just to prove my lovely Triathlon friend wrong. I was not going to use the rain as an excuse not to jog, otherwise, when would I ever get to exercise in this city? I could never resist a good challenge: it pushed me to run under the gray skies of Paris as well as to discover my love for Bikram yoga.
I will not bore you with all the details. I have used the MapMyRun app about five times in these two years which tells me that I roughly run 4km from school drop-off to home four times a week. It is not about the numbers, however. I have come to appreciate my morning run all by myself. It allows me to confront those thousands of tourists traipsing about town and it puts a smile on my face even when I'm feeling a little grumpy. The Bois de Boulogne has become a little oasis in this metropole and every day it presents itself with a slightly different facet.
My steady companion is not a personal trainer but my Scandinavian crime audio books to which I am hooked and which keep me running even through the snow in winter. I have my gear down to a tee since I hate the cold, all colour coordinated, my friends would not expect anything less from me. Needless to say, the bonus are the sapeurs pompiers (firefighters) who happened to work out in the same place at the same time as I. Who said I couldn't indulge in some eye candy while panting my lungs out?