Last Paris marathon post — Promise! I just have to write one little more blurb to not have post-wedding-depression…and then back to Fashion, Fun, Family, Food, Funky! But now…fitness (get it, things that start with “F”) OK. Some more pictures!
I am the farthest thing from a cool cucumber when I start a run. Hello anxiety, hello nerves. I couldn’t stomach much the morning of — I only ate half as much as I normally do pre-run, but somehow it didn’t matter. I also ate 5 GU energy packets throughout the run (miles 5 / 10 / 15 / 20 / 22). And yes, I am a geek with TWO fanny packs. Each had their own purpose, so I rocked two of them, making myself double cool.
I MEAN, right? So what if the crowds were a C-, the views were A+.
Aside from my new friend Michelle that I ran with from miles 9 -22, I also met a new friend from Oregon, Jase. Jase and I both run at the Oregon Track Club in Eugene, but had never met. We were put in touch and I had the privilege of spending all of Sunday with him and his wonderful wife, Lisa. To read more about him, go here. Talk about positive, engaging, interested, motivating, and positive. LOVE!
Men. The Paris marathon had 80% males last year, and this year 75%. More females this year, but still not many. Come on European women, show the men WHO THE STRONG and determined ones are!
The starting line with the green flags.
Leg / Fanny Pack / Quad selfie.
Medal selfie. For those who are super observant, I am wearing a “Eugene Half marathon” shirt — to represent my beloved hometown! GO DUCKS!
So counter-intuitive, so unhealthy, and so un-me. But I couldn’t resist. I just wanted a coca light post marathon! It tasted UNBELIEVABLE.
Le Touring. The brasserie that I spent 2 hours at post-marathon just chilling and eating and people watching. Second year in a row. Hands down, a favorite.
Don’t look at my face. Ok, you did. I look ridiculous, I know. But I was just so happy. And true story — I put the green cover on and my head was sticking out of the arm hole, so it was dragging and really long. I didn’t notice for several hours and never changed. OH WELL. C’est la vie! And yes — that shirt is the finisher’s shirt over my two fanny packs (for some reason, I took the other shirt off — notice in my hand — but decided to wear my fanny packs still. I guess I couldn’t part with them)
You can’t tell, but these Frenchies are chugging champagne. BEST IDEA EVER.
So….I took a shower and helped myself to one of these beauties.
And admired my beautiful surroundings.
Bad picture, but it was literally the next morning at 5 am when I was en route to the airport. They were taking the marathon green signs down. A past dream.
Goodbye Paris, goodbye Natori apartment. Thank you for hosting me and being as beautiful and charming as always.
And just like that….back to reality!
Thanks for reading! Have a great and wonderful weekend. A Lundi. xoxo
Yael, what a great post – and quite the accomplishment! I’ve run just one marathon, the Portland Marathon. I know how much work it is to train for them, and am impressed you could do this during your brutal winter there in New York. The apartment in Paris looks so gorgeous, how nice you could stay there and not have to do the hotel thing. Looks as if you had a wonderful time!!
@Kris is right! What an accomplishment, you should be so proud!
So proud and happy for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love all the pics! Seems like such a great experience.
Your comments always make me laugh… & that apartment looks amazing !