A long day with an early start which meant that I didn’t really have a lot of time to fit in my run. Still, where there’s a will there is a way and so I found myself running in the Parc de la Tete D’Or in the early evening while Jamie was at fencing.
The day started at 5:00am as the alarm went off and I rolled out of bed to get showered, dressed, and out the door heading to Paris for meetings. I had a 6:30am train and everything went to plan and I managed to get in a strong cup of coffee before getting on board and heading off for the capital. Thanks to the Wi-Fi on board the train, I got a bunch of work done and basically spent the entire journey working through email, responding to meeting requests, and writing content for the week – it was a productive two hours that only saw me close the computer as we slowed on entering the Gare de Lyon.
After a morning of meetings and an hour of follow up, I grabbed a quick lunch at the train station (Caesar salad with – inexplicably – both chicken breast and prawns at Hippopotamus) and then hit the train home for a couple more hours of working efficiently. Maybe it is the movement or the lack of distractions, but working on the train is incredibly easy for me compared to the airplane. Theories, anyone?
On returning to Lyon I headed straight to meet Jamie at his bus stop and then dropped him at the fencing club, left my gear safely inside, and headed off to the park for a quick run. I figured I had most of an hour though I didn’t want to be late as Jamie is apt to panic about such things. Better to be 10 or 15 minutes early than 5 minutes late, a rule that holds for most of life, actually.
I started the run by heading down to the Rue Vendome, taking a right turn for the park, and then following the trail onto the path by the Cite Internationale until I reached the far end of the park. Entering the running circuit, I followed the crowd around to the main entrance and then on a bit further until I came to the entrance on the Villeurbanne side. Exiting there, I followed the outside of the park back to the corner, took a right to head down the main road, and then turned for the fencing club once again. A few final hundred meters past the supermarket, down the path, and I clicked stop on the Garmin as I arrived at the Masque de Fer again.
The boy was happy (and still fencing) and while it got a little cold when I stopped moving it was small price to pay for fitting in the run on an otherwise jam-packed day.