Running solo

When you run, old people look at you as if they remember what that felt like... long ago. Skinny girls look at you like they're so glad they don't have to do that.

It's been about a month since I started training for the marathon, and I'm addicted to this running thing. Don't get me wrong: it hurts. It's never entirely painful, or entirely torturous, but it alternates at a moment's speed between pleasant, excruciating, invigorating, and hellish. With each pound of the pavement, my emotions seem to change while I'm running. Today I ran from the Foyer to the park, through the park, around the lake twice, looped around the chateau, out the other side, and zig-zagged my way through town back to the Foyer, sprinting the last quarter-mile.*

*Give or take. (and a pat on the back)............ The Semi-Marathon de Paris is that much closer. :o)