Paris 20km
Wrapping up a 9-day trip to Munich and Venice, I flew back to Paris and was overcome with sadness/anxiety. I was already missing Germany, Venice, and my cousins (who were flying back to the States from Venice) but I was also dreading the next morning. On Sunday morning I was to run in the Paris 20 km race. Having signed up for it in June, I had thought it would be a great way for me to stay in shape and that I would have plenty of time to train. Well, between cooking school and traveling, I certainly could have been in better shape when race day came about. But I decided I had to give it a shot and so I showed up Sunday morning to run. Well to give you a brief synopsis: by mile 3 I had shin splits which I was fortunate enough to be able to run through, mile 3-6 were fine, mile 6-8 were in the direct sun and it was HOT out so that was very terrible, and 8-12.5 every step hurt. Somehow, I managed to run it without stopping. This was my main goal but I can honestly say that it was my first and last half-marathon. Thank goodness it is over with!
