The snow seems to be melting now and running in slush is no fun at all. Ran about 5 miles with Julie and her son, Marc - it was a tough run to five lane ends, down Kings Road and then up Bolton Road. Julie described it like running through treacle and that was pretty accurate along with slipping and sliding on the snow. The local youths lobbed snowballs at us as we ran - unlucky Julie got bashed in the head with one. Surely the young people of Paris will not shout abuse and throw things as we run the marathon?!
Arrived home with cold and wet feet.
Rest day today and I'm intending to savour the free evening...
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