Paris
My first overseas marathon and the fourth of the year. In the build up to the day I had been getting increasingly nervous. Although I had determined simply to enjoy the day I knew that with all my training I had a good chance of smashing my PB. What to do...? The week leading up to the marathon my nose began to get blocked. I tried not to think about it too much and was aware of taper paranoia. By the Friday when I was due to leave, however, it was clear I had a cold. Not the end of the world and I had eased off my training properly and eaten well all week. The journey by Eurostar was a smooth one despite having to travel to London just to pass back through Folkestone 2 hours later to enter the tunnel. I arrived in Paris at lunchtime and found my hotel a few blocks from Gare d'Lest. It was an Air b'n'b apartment on the fifth floor of one of the many six storey Parisian buildings. Inside it was decorated in a rich classical style with large golden framed paintings, decorativ...