In Paris, it seems like a lot of people like nothing better than going for a run, whether it be on the streets, in parks or along the banks of the Seine. I always look at these people, particularly the early morning runners I see on my way to work, and think a) How can they run so far, so fast? and b) how can they be bothered?
I’m not a runner, by any stretch of the imagination, but a lot of my friends are. And it was these friends who slyly signed me up for the Paris Color Run, which is billed as “The Happiest 5k on the Planet”, and is taking place on 19th April. The first I heard about it was when I received an email thanking me for my inscription, and I quickly fired off a text to find out who was the culprit. “Surprise!”, “Get out of bed and get your ass on the treadmill,” were just some of the responses that came my way.
Good thing I recently joined a gym, is all I can say. Given that I’ve only ever run 5k once in my life (the Junior Great North Run circa 2002, and I walked the last part), I’m horribly aware that I have my work cut out for me.
Still, I suppose that as runs go, The Color Run is a great one to start off with. At every kilometre mark you pass, a different colour powder is thrown over you so that the white t-shirt you wear ends up looking like something straight out of the 60s. Sunglasses appear to be a must.
I plan to go to the gym tomorrow, but fear I will only manage about 3k at a leisurely pace before I collapse. Wish me luck!