Trusty ol' running shoes... |
Somewhere between the first cramp in your side to the first sensations of runner’s high that leave you feel like you could keep going forever, you start to realize what a challenge it can be jogging through Paris.
Gone are the days when the university gym offered me numerous treadmills complete with cable TV and air conditioning. Long gone, in fact. A student again but paying much less tuition, I am also left with many fewer options when it comes to exercising. The Sorbonne isn’t exactly known for its gym facilities – I think it has more of a track and field arrangement similar to those that Greek gladiators trained on, if not the same ones.
But running is free, and I live in a city best experienced by foot, with motorbike, bicycle, boat, and bus trailing behind. But no one ever said at what speed one must explore foot. I prefer an increased rate of discovery clad in comfy New Balances and some gym shorts, running the streets and parks. But this is no easy feat while dodging dog poo and old French grandmothers…