After a couple of days of being less-than-well and a long day in the office and getting things done at home, I finally found the time to get out and enjoy some of this fine weather we are having in Lyon.
No, wait. That’s not right: the weather is terrible.
It’s cold, it’s raining constantly, and it is very windy. This is not ideal running weather, not even ideal going outsdie weather, for that matter. However, it is what it is and, if I am going to get any runs in this week, I will have to grin and bear it.
After work was the only way I was going to fit in my run today but I was time limited. I had a meeting until 5pm and I had to collect Jamie from his fencing lesson at 6pm. This gave me all of about an hour to get dressed, get going, and get my run in before I had to meet him and so I decided I would run from the office to the fencing club. As the crow flies it is about 6 kilometers but, with a few extra minutes in play, I figured I would throw in a loop to the Parc de la Tete D’Or and make it a little longer. Not ideal, but still a nice post-work workout.
From the office I waited about 3 or 4 minutes in the rain waiting for the GPS to hook in to the satellites but, when it did, I set off at a steady pace for the river Rhone. The plan was to head upriver towards the sixth arrondissement and then see how I was going for time. If I had the time to swing by the park then I would, else I would turn directly up the Cours Franklin Roosevelt and head for the club.
The going was wet, the puddles were large, but the route was not crowded. I passed another couple of runners but there weren’t a lot of people out in the pouring rain. At one point a colleague from work passed me on a bike heading for his home on the Croix Rousse, and I didn’t envy him the climb up the hill with the additional traffic that the wet days bring on.
Getting close to the sixth arrondissement I checked my watch and figured I had time to stretch things out slightly before having to play Dad again. I went down to the park, crossed over the road, and then headed parallel to the park’s border until I turned onto the Cours Gambetta. I followed this along for a few hundred meters and then turned down the final hundred meters or so to the fencing club where – equal parts soaked and refreshed – I clicked stop on the Garmin. It wasn’t a long run, but it was enough to get me back in the game.