The Paris Marathon, or to give it its full, foreign name, the Marathon de Paris…. is full.
Oh.
So I have to think of another race, preferably round the same date, 9 April. It looks like a choice between the David Davis of marathons, Rotterdam, and the David Cameron-like Zurich.
They are both pretty flat, but the mountain-fringed lakeside route of Zurich offers something fresher and cleaner than the workmanlike Rotterdam. Zurich is risky though; it has a very strict 5 hour cut-off which could be calamitous, or could be just the sort of challenge I should be accepting. I think my choice of race will tell me something about my attitude. Am I happy to keep on plodding, or do I really want to improve?
Sometimes I wonder why I should want to improve. Seriously. We take it as a given, but should we?
I took a second rest day today, to make sure I’ll be fresh for a longer run tomorrow morning. Nothing too strenuous. 5 or 6 miles is a reasonable weekend run at this stage of my gradual return to the running habit.
