Living in Paris definitely pushes you to amuse your eyes with something, especially when it comes to riding on a train for forty minutes twice a day. A lot of people rock the iPod while reading the daily publications handed out at the entrances to the metros. Those both greatly enhance the metro experience, because if you don’t have them all you can do is lament your lack of a seat and think about is how hot it is. Since I cannot read French I am forced to bring along a book or an ancient Economist. Today, as I was attempting to get my apartment into a presentable condition, I began to contemplate how many books I have read since I’ve been over here. I ended up deciding to make a list, and was surprised to see my average was only about three a month.
After wasting time creating my above list, I got out of my chair and almost tripped over my running shoes. Since I’ve had these new sweet sweet bright red running shoes I’ve been quite happy. I will be able to see much more of the city now that I’m panting above ground, embarassing myself in front of Parisians instead of underground on a train. I decided to set forth a second running goal, which I thought of while running past the Notre Dame cathedral – I shall (eventually) run out my apartment door, to the Eiffel Tower, make a lap, and then run back. Without stopping, except for maybe a baguette.
I’m in no position to accomplish this right now, but after mapping it I was happy to see that a round trip run should only torture me for approximately seven and a half miles. Give me a bit of time with these shoes and I should be able to cross this one off my Paris list of things to do.
