[This post has been re-written to replace my first Paris Marathon recap blog post from May 2016, which was unfortunately lost after my blog was mistakenly deleted. Sadly, I also lost all the wonderful comments and well-wishes that followed this memorable post.]
Paris. Beautiful, lovely Paris. I adore everything about this city – the charming buildings, the heavy traffic, the rich history, the bustling residents, the effortless fashion, and even the droves of annoying tourists. I have dreamed about the day I would be able to run these streets and feel my own painful history fall behind me as I pushed past each mile. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning.