The last time I was in Europe was almost exactly three years ago. During a week and a half in London and a week and a half in Paris, I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day in an apparently desperate need to take advantage of the fact that they let you smoke anywhere. So I smoked everywhere.
Which sounds exactly like something I would do.
So last night, I was reiterating my plans for like the hundredth time to someone about how I was going to train for the marathon while making my way through the Netherlands, France, Switzerland, and Spain. I thought back to when I was in Paris in 2004. I remember streets. There were definitely streets in Paris. I remember tossing cigarette butts onto them. But, did people run on the streets? For the life of me, I cannot remember seeing one person jogging, much less even wearing running shoes (well, except for the other Americans who paired running shoes with chino shorts and fanny packs). Maybe you can’t run in Paris.
And, if there’s no place to run in Paris, is there any place to run in any of those other countries?
Wow. Even I’m impressed by my stupidity here. There are marathons in Europe! And didn't that whole Marathon thing start in Greece?
But, seriously, where am I going to run? Then I remembered this. And I started looking up runs:
I hearts the Webernets.