I was reading
through a note book that I often take with me on my travels. During a daytrip
to Luxembourg in 2009, while sitting on a terrace eating a pizza with a Belgian
beer, I recapped my trip in about two pages. At the end of one page I scribbled, “PS
train do a marathon, please.”
Little did
I know how that would end up coming true, and then some.
Last Sunday
was my second Paris Marathon, with some 40,000 people taking to the Champs
Elysées and racing through the city’s streets. I’m back to normal after a
couple nights of sleeping soundly and eating copiously (we ordered 8 pizzas
after, they were finished within 24 hours). But oh what fun…
It all
started with a 5:30AM wake-up call, some breakfast, some morning music, and
then a quick metro ride with fellow marathoners to the corals. Rarely is there
so much energy on a Sunday morning…
Exiting at
the FDR stop, the crowd was there, just as I remembered from last year. The
urge the pee began, and I excitedly joined other runners, peeing right by the
Tiffany’s store with zero risk. I jumped into my very ambitious 3.5 hour coral,
hoping to finish the marathon quickly and painlessly, only to pee again in
front of onlookers as we approached the starting line. Inhibitions? Ha.