Running the Banks
How a run down the Seine can clear your mind. In my case, it's blank
I went for a run this morning, the first run I’ve, well, run, since November last year. I woke up early after a disturbed sleep and a sickness in my head, inhaled a coffee and a banana, put on my running clothes, and went out the door. I actually also showered but I’m not sure if it’s weird or not so I wasn’t going to mention it so here we are. Don’t worry, I also showered afterwards. Immediately greeted by a wave of nausea that I’m attributing to eating before 10:00 which is not usually my style. In a bid to shake off the nausea I walked down to the Seine rather than ran. It was nice to be out, to see the world moving around me whilst I’m usually in the quiet of our courtyard flat, to be in clothes that stretch and move and are tight to my body, something I don’t usually enjoy. It’s okay when it’s my big chunky legs, the part of my body that I am the most comfortable with. I ran/walked from Pont Neuf westwards to the Pont de la Concorde. It’s been a while since I’ve worked up a sweat from any kind of exercise, usual reasons are nerves or keeping my coat on inside a shop. It’s a good feeling, to release toxins from your body and get the heart pumping. Perhaps a reduction in cigarette input and increase in sweat output will allow me to run for more than 2 minutes at a time, and I can get back to the level of fitness I’ve been at before. I got a good glimpse of the Eiffel Tower before I U-turned and ran back up the left bank which, as I was running, was in fact the right bank. There is a part where you have to come up on to roadside and cross a bridge at a pedestrian crossing, so I weaved around the cars and got a shake of the ahead coupled with non non non before a smile and merci from a lady in a van. I was happier back down by the river.
I think Paris is quite pretty in the grey, although this might not be a great example. It is quite an impressive tower though. The run seems to have taken all energy from me physically and mentally - as my first runs after a break tend to. This is proven by the hours I’ve spent on this measly post.
Yesterday I was still feeling pretty rough so I went full health mode - soup for lunch and dinner. We had also accidentally purchased some blood oranges instead of regular oranges which is fine, delicious even, if you’re in the mood for something sour. When we share an orange after a meal though it’s a dessert and I didn’t feel like pulling that face. The sour face. So I squeezed them in to some juice to get that hit of vitamin C.
It was really delicious - I can’t remember the last time I had freshly squeezed juice and then you have some and it’s like, why don’t I do this. Then I remember that the pack of oranges was 5€ and we made roughly 300ml of juice. Sometimes an answer is right there in front of you with a big yellow price tag on it, and you just miss it.
That’s about all my brain can manage today, I’m going to rest my mind now and I’ll be back tomorrow.
à demain !