No better time to run a marathon than post-safari. We returned from South Africa, spent a short stay in Luxembourg and then sped off to Paris so Jorrit could check another marathon off his list. The icing on the cake (no pun intended) was a surprise visit from our very own Ella Bella. We smuggled her in with John who was conveniently headed our way for work and decided, while he was at it he would bring her along and run the marathon with Jorrit. Jet-lagged and literally sleepless the night before, John ran the marathon.
The other BFFs sharing a beer pre-marathon at Deux Magots.
The support staff with runner.
I raced around on the metro, dragged four kids with me, stood in the cold and wind, but to no avail. I never saw our runners. Big disappointment for me, especially when I heard the finishing time of 3:24:16 and 3:33:13, Jorrit and John respectively. Such good work!
On the train, another marathon done, another celebratory beer!
Back in Lux, the girls celebrated in their way by skipping school
and baking their very own cake.
The final final, giraffes and all.
A sad day. Farewell to John and Ella.