Today was the Paris Color Run, a 5k from Hotel de Ville to Trocadero. After a few weeks of training, I was confident about being able to cover the distance without collapsing around kilometer number four. I was further reassured by the fact that our team included an asthmatic smoker, which would hopefully make me look as though I casually ran 5km on a regular basis without even breaking a sweat.

In the event, the run was more fun than anything: lots of music, lots of coloured powder, and of course, great scenery. 

The endorphins had me rashly agreeing to consider signing up for Mud Day next year – before I realized it was roughly 13km and includes 20 obstacles. La Parisienne – a women-only race that is a positively tiny 6km in comparison – is a distinct possibility, however.