One year ends, another begins. It is only a convention, there are no
boundaries between years, nor between months. The year that ends has
had its lot of good and bad things. We hope that the year that comes
brings more good than bad.
who injured his thigh while running on Christmas morning, has cycled
round the Lake of the Bourget via Rumilly, Val du Fier, Chautagne,
Chanaz, Jongieux, the gallery under the Chat, Aix-les-Bains. 91 km.
It was not very hot– see photo!
Happy New Year to all visitors, sporty and less sporty.
A lot of water these
days! It’s dripping everywhere! The rain doesn’t really bother me
but this morning I had, on the advice of the Mistress of Frimousse
(1), to postpone my walk to this afternoon because of the wind –
gusts up to 50 MPH according to Météo-France.
My “prosthetic” knee has troubled me for a few days. So I’ve started walking again rather than jogging. Frimousse’s Mistress still has her Achilles ankle/foot/tendon problems – it’s all connected. She goes on running though. Fabien her osteopath-physiotherapist who she runs with says that as long as she’s not suffering while running it’s not a problem – our doctor has the same opinion. For Fabien when you run you always feel pain somewhere, if you don’t want to feel pain you just have to sit in an armchair in front of the TV. I agree with him.
(1) Today, she’s
baking Christmas biscuits…
We have to wait for midnight in a gymnasium. A bit like, when we were kids, we waited for the midnight mass on Christmas Eve. Shortly before the time, we head for the street where the departure is given. At the windows, men, women, children in vintage night shirts and nightcaps, carrying candles. They wish the runners “good night”. Midnight. The start is given.
I ran the SaintéLyon twice, in 1993 and 1994. It’s really something to be part of the «bright snake»! So many anecdotes! The first time, a young woman in front of me fell into a huge puddle of mud and… disappeared! When she got up, the mud was dripping all over her body, from the top of her head, like clowns in circuses! The distance is indicated every five kilometers but, at night, it is difficult to be sure of the distance covered from the last sign! Not to lose the way requires an attention of every moment; I met a line of about twenty runners who asked me if I was sure I was in the right direction. Imagine the doubt that crossed my mind! I was in the right direction. The second time I ran with a cousin. Towards the end of the night, on a descending road, I had to wake her up to prevent her from missing the turn and ending up in the barbed wire! There are so many runners that even if you are not in the first ones when you turn around in some places you can see the “bright snake” that the headlights of the runners and walkers draw behind.
I think it took me seven and a half to eight hours to run the 65 km, but whatever! Ten years earlier I never thought it was possible to run from Saint-Étienne to Lyon. And even less than I would!
La Saintélyon is a “night running raid” between the cities of Saint-Étienne and Lyon. It is a very popular running race, either individually or in teams of 2, 3 or 4 people. It is also possible to hike. It is partly done on asphalt and on hiking trails. This race takes place every year on the first weekend of December.
This invention makes it possible to contact someone in case of difficulties when out in the wild. It also allows through applications like Glympse to be followed by people of our choice. It also allows you to take photos, like the one I took yesterday morning while jogging near Laudon – a torrent that flows into the Lake. Today, Sunday, it has rained all day and as I have a pretty sharp pain in my back I’ve decided to stay home. The Mistress of Frimousse has waited impatiently all day and just before five she and her usual running partner decided to meettfor a short run in fog and drizzle – a little run that will end when it is dark for sure!