My friend and myself, along with 59,998 other runners toed the start line of the Paris Half Marathon on Sunday. To say it was busy is something of an understatement. It took 10 minutes of very slow jogging before there was any space to move.Then, I either tripped over my own feet, or got caught out by the uneven surface, and went over on my ankle & down in a pile just after mile one. Jumped up very quickly (as you do π), and hobbled on.
Meanwhile, my friend had a old hip injury resurface at the 6k point. We reconvened at the water station, and decided we would pull back the pace & focus on finishing. We stayed with the 2h 10m pacer until mile 9, and as the adrenaline started to wear off, we eased back again. We hobbled in together, finishing in 2h 25m. A new category of race - the 3 legged race, was born and we won it π.
It's a brilliant event, and the finish at the Place de la Bastille, with crowds and bands & noise is something else!
Back at the airport, and while the flight was delayed, despite her hip injury and my big fat ankle, we booked the Copenhagen HM in September and Valencia HM in October!