Au Revoir

I’m off to Paris for a few days this week and I am not taking my trainers. I have filled my travelbag with floaty dresses rather than sweaty t-shirts; it’s packed, the deed is done. I will have to use the time I would have been running to eat macarons and have afternoon naps. Quel domage!

In all seriousness, I am feeling a bit nervous about a few days without running, which is an indication that this might be a good idea.

Yesterday I prepared for the oncoming rest with a 10.5 mile run. It seems this summer thing is actually going to keep happening, so I made myself take the camelpak and choose a route which took in as many parks and the shade of as many trees as possible.

I stopped to take this photograph of the angel in Highgate Cemetery as I ran down the hill. I like to keep track of how he’s doing; I was quite jealous of his shady bower.

The stillness of the Cemetery was quickly broken. I set off late and the pavements were punctuated by runners. There were charity events in Hampstead Heath and Regent’s Park, and every patch of grass was filled with cricket players and dogs, sunbathers and Ricky Gervais (now there’s a celebrity spot for you, Michelle).

Until Friday, au revoir mes amis.