I'm running a race. A 10K. No marathon, but it's a start.
Surprised? Me too, but leave it up to Paris to make you do things you never thought you'd do.
I've never been in love with running. Sweating on the street doesn't float my boat like it does for some folks. I'm more gym rat than speed racer. But when the fitness DVDs and expensive gym fees weren't cutting it, I turned to running. Pounding the pavement was the next best option considering the amount of croissants I was consuming. Begrudgingly at first, I let Paris make me a runner. Running is still a way for me to eat as many macarons as I want, but now I look forward to the early mornings when not a soul is on the street and I have all of Haussmann's boulevards to myself.
Hope you're having a lovely weekend and have a chance to get your fitness on. We'll see how I feel about running after this race biz tomorrow!



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