Running was always my favourite sport in school; I can’t run fast but I like to think I can run pretty far. I loved cross country because you get mega muddy and we’d miss quite a lot of school for it.
Lucie convinced me to join her and her friend Kate for the Paris Semi-Marathon a few months back so I thought ‘mehhhh why not?’. Training came pretty easily as I go running anyway. I didn’t do anything drastically different to my normal routine but made an effort to do a few longer runs; 10, 12 and 15 miles.
The night before the run I didn’t get any sleep and was sick (excuses excuses) which definitely slowed me down. I think it was the hottest day of the year in Paris and the sun was in our faces most of the way. I also didn’t account for the weaving in and out of people. There were loads of people participating; I think the official number was 43,500 runners, thats a lot of weaving. The rush for water and slices of orange was brutal. Mum was there at the 17th km to cheer me on and shortly after that there was a killer hill which saw me slip from the 2 hour pace maker.
I loved running through the streets of Paris and pretty views definitely spurred me on. Even though it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, I felt a great sense of achievement at the finish line and had mixed feelings of one day completing a full marathon; the feeling was amazing and also disgustingly tiring at the same time. I will maybe wait a few months until I actually seriously consider it.
13.1 miles / 21.1km – 2 hours 8mins
Paris, March 2015
p.s. the photos are awful quality I know. But they made me laugh. Obviously loving life listening to Bey and Jay.
Can I ever go anywhere without having some kind of slip up or fail? Apparently not. I didn’t sleep on Friday night as I needed to pack and generally sort out my trip. I’d intended to spend Saturday morning in central Paris, buying a few gifts before going to Bercy to catch my coach. Nope, I’d booked my coach from the airport, an awkward hour and a bit from my house. So no time for shopping, I rushed to the airport because last time I went there I almost missed my flight. Obviously I arrived way too early and was left hanging around. I read some of Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl (thanks Carys & Evie!) on the journey and am finding it pretty funny. How someone in the public eye can be that frank and honest is beyond me though.
The feeling of coming home for the first time in months and slumping on the sofa was short lived when mum quickly told me I wasn’t allowed to eat on the new sofa and to go upstairs, hang up my coat and put my bags away. Cool. She was actually directing me to a small pile of unopended Christmas presents and letters. I opened my TEFL certificate, I obviously knew I’d passed my course but it’s nice to see the document telling me I’m qualified to teach overseas, how grown up of me. Georgie had got me the nicest bag ever and I’d actually pinned it on Pinterest ages ago without her knowing so we obviously both have great taste. Rhiana and Nev came over for pizza, chats and Take Me Out. Still feeling emotional about Nick and Looci… Feeling happy to have seen the gals.
I braved getting in the car and driving Nev back to St Albans in the morning then me and dad went to Shadwell to see Charlie, James and baby Alfie. It still amazes me that he’s a real person and he has the softest baby skin in the world. I want a baby to just stroke and cuddle.
My cousin Sheri and Auntie Doreen are coming tomorrow and I’m so keen to go to TK Maxx and River Island becuase I haven’t been in forever. I just went into town with mum and G to buy some new running trainers as I’ve had my last ones since mid 2012. I ran on the treadmill and had my feet filmed to see if I needed support trainers, I ended up with Nike Air Zooms in pink and black, so pretty but so expensive aah
On Wednesday morning I’m flying to Alicante to see Kloe (pal from Paris). I know I’ll be hanging around the airport forever as dad won’t let me rush. So I’ve made a travel playlist for that journey and then my coach to Madrid on Sunday. Personally, every trip or holiday has to have it’s own playlist, maybe I’m just OCD about that, check mine out on Soundcloud –