le marathon

I did momentarily consider composing this post entirely in la langue d’amour, but a few stunted sentences proved it would be trop difficile. Like it or not, my high school days are lost way back in a particularly deep fog of time and high school french lessons, while I’m pretty sure they existed, are lost in an even thicker, more impenetrable fog.

Although, given today’s subject matter, I should probably call it un brouillard impénétrable.

Anyway, this is rapidly becoming tres ennuyeux, so I’ll get to the point: I think I’ve found the marathon for me. It’s called le Marathon des Alpes-Maritimes. It’s in France, obviously, and runs between Nice and Cannes.

Here’s a link to the course description: http://www.marathon06.com/parcours.htm

And if your French is as poor as mine, here it is in English: http://www.marathon06.com/AN/parcours.htm. Some of the instructions haven’t held up too well in translation, but you’ll get the point.

Anyway, I think it would be quite nice, in a way, running along the Mediterranean seaside, running myself progressively uglier amongst le beau monde.

Here are some pictures, from les Galeries photos:

It looks nice. Also flat. I can’t seem to see any femmes in the photos, but I assume they’re in there somewhere, unless they’ve left it up to Triple J to organise.

The setting makes the event a little more attractive then, say, the Traralgon Marathon, which I’m told is a nice run but lacks a certain je ne sais quoi.

Le Marathon des Alpes-Maritimes is positively brimming over with je ne sais quoi. In fact, I can’t be sure but it seems likely that, somewhere among the page on inscriptions, there isn’t a requirement to have both un certificat médical and to be de rigeur.

So, it’s in November and I don’t have anything pressing planned for that month. Work can wait.

The only problem is finding beaucoup euros to fly myself over there and accomodate myself in the style to which I would like to become accustomed, or even the style to which I have become accustomed, which is considerably more modeste, worse luck.

Now would be an excellent time to discover an extremely frail, impressionable, long-lost multi-millionaire uncle. Either that or a winning lottery ticket.