Running in Paris

Before I go to Paris I have this notion that running outside is some kind of "faux-pas." Of course I am devastated, as running is one of my favorite ways to explore new areas. And moreover, my track coach back at Hopkins is depending on me to be in somewhat decent shape when i return...but nevertheless, I decide to go for a run this morning anyway. I'm not sure what to wear, as I don't want to draw too much attention to myself, so I decide on the classic parisian all-black look. I also make sure to carry my cell phone, my apartment keys and of course pepper spray. Better safe than sorry...

My first step is finding a park. From my apartment in Montmartre (8th arr.) I discover that the closest park is Parc Monceau, near the Champs Elysees. I realize that Parc Monceau is the name of the Monet painting that hung in my room all year at Hopkins...it's a picturesque little park, covered in trees and pathways lined with wooden green benches. Immediately I see an ocean of people running, everywhere, all different speeds, young and old. I jump in and speed along, dodging left and right trying not to hit anyone. I'm exhilarated as I think I'm running, in Paris, in a park. In Paris! For some reason everything sounds better with the words "in Paris" tacked on the end (i fell in love...in Paris, I drank some wine...in Paris...see?)....after about 30 minutes I catch a glmpse of the Arc de Triomphe down the street, doesn't look too far so I leave the park and head towards it. Obviously the Arc is huge, so it's much farther than I thought. I end my run when i finally get to it and stare in awe. 

So running in Paris, nothing like what I thought...which is comforting because with all of the nutella and bread i'm eating, and all the red wine i'm drinking, running will be a must.