the day before the Paris Marathon
Day was cold and fresh as we stuffed everything into the car. I had made a list as I was paranoid about forgetting trainers, drinks belt, medical certificate (which was almost overlooked altogether!).
The 5 hour journey passed without incident – unless you count the shoutong as we missed a turn in Paris.
We are staying with friends who have houses in the country with large vegetable gardens, brothers in wine, mothers who make frio gras and fried cakes…
Wine was insisted upon with ‘tomorrow is another day’ and we motored through our 4 course lunch.
Then it was swiftly off to pick up my number. What a queue! Only to get into the Running Expo! As we entered the building all the people seemed to disappear.
All fears about the acceptance of my medical certificate (without one you cannot compete) disappeared as the lady nonchalantly looked at the name on my passport and that on the confirmation note. I was processed! And proceded to pick up the number and bag full of crap before being thrown into the Running Expo itself.
Not much time to look around as it was time to meet the other runners from Bergse Runners Club
After some frantic phoning we found them. A electric almosphere, pasta (with salmon) and lots of water. Eiffel Tower momentos and a special t-shirt for our most tolerant supporter. Then back to Bologne for sleep…