Running and chilling

Two weekends ago, some 30 000 odd nutters got together early in the morning to chase each other a long way until they arrive roughly back where they started. This they call the Paris Marathon. It's a fair mass of humanity when you see them all lined up, it takes the guys near the back 15 minutes to cross the start line, the leaders already 5km into the race. A beautiful day for it, perhaps two warm for the runners. Just as well I forgot to enter.

The thin blue line, marking the shortest route.
















Just so you know I am not lying to you about it being in Paris.

















And I thought running it took guts...
















The sea of humanity... there must be about € 2 million worth of shoes there...





















and about € 20 of wood...
















I can only guess they're the guys and girls that paint the Eiffel tower.

















Unlike many a marathon I have seen, no sooner have the runners passed when the street cleaners are out in force.
















Another 'I wasn't lying about Paris' shot, 30km mark, the lead runners got there in 90 minutes.
















After all that exercise an afternoon picnic was in order. The beautiful Parc St Cloud.
















Here's to all the runners, nutters or not, it takes some courage.