Vingt-huit kilometres (17 miles… and a bit…)

Just photos today from my route yesterday. More than 17 miles, but not quite 18… Yesterday was slow. And tough. And it hurt. But I’m not sore today, so I guess that’s the main thing. And it’s all about covering the distance, right? Getting your body used to the pain and the emptiness in your…

Deja vu (holidays and compression tights…)

14 years ago, I ran my first (and only) marathon. Shortly before I ran it, I spent 2 weeks in France with my family. For various reasons, it was a rather tough time for me, emotionally (I was at a crossroads in many senses of the word) and physically (I was taking some awful antibiotics,…