Sunday just over a week ago, I ran my last race of the season. The night before the 20th edition of Semimarathon de Boulogne-Billancourt, I laid out the gear I had carefully chosen for the event: Peak Performance print tights, a long sleeve t-shirt and a windbreaker, GPS watch, trusty Nikes with my Ssideline City shoe tag on. I went to bed early. When my alarm woke me up at 7:30, the rain was hitting my window like a drum roll and the wind was howling. I swallowed, feeling that dry, painful feeling that usually announces the arrival of a cold, at the back of my throat. After a few minutes of deliberation, I decided against running a third half sick this year, risking pneumonia, and went back to bed.
Luckily, I woke up an hour later and the storm had subsided, leaving a light drizzle and a gentle breeze. My throat was feeling better and after counting back from the starting time at ten, I realized that I still had time to change my mind. I grabbed my tights, tied on my shoes and dashed out the door and into an Uber. I am so happy I did – although I only hade time for a take away coffee, I managed to beat my old personal best by 20 seconds. Not a huge feat, perhaps, but a very nice way to end this race season.