jinxed

It has become obvious that for me the Paris marathon is jinxed. Two years ago I could not run because managed to develop a serious sports injury only some weeks before the marathon. Last year I broke my finger running it and this year – well this year is a completely different story.

We had the whole weekend planned out. Well. I was supposed to go to work on Friday, my friend would take the Eurostar on Saturday after which we would go to the marathon expo to get our numbers and have pasta for dinner. On Sunday, after finishing the long trek we would have a lazy lunch before I would have to catch a flight to Finland for my father’s 50^th birthday.

This grand plan went all pear shaped when I got admitted to the hospital on Friday night. There would be no other marathon for me than a slow stroll around the corridors with my drip pole and slippers.