Running a marathon is embracing the unknown and being okay with it. You can plan every detail—your training, your nutrition, your race strategy—but on the day, anything can happen. Weather shifts, your body surprises you, and the city itself becomes a living, breathing part of your journey.
For me, running the Paris Marathon at 45 was about letting go of any expectations and embracing every moment, every challenge, and every joy along the way.
Pictures from Saturday, April 12 (before the marathon)
Last Sunday, I joined nearly 57,000 runners from around the world at the Schneider Electric Marathon de Paris, now the world’s largest marathon by finishers. Over half of us were first-timers, and a record 31% were women, making it a truly global and inclusive celebration of running.
The energy was electric as we lined up on the Champs-Élysées, the air fresh after a night of rain, and the city ready to welcome us.
(Pictures before the start)
This year, my training was different. After 15 years of running, I trusted my body and focused on quality over quantity—prioritizing nutrition, recovery, sleep, and balance. I swapped extra miles for yoga and swimming, and it paid off.
I felt strong, present, and in tune with myself as I passed Paris’s iconic landmarks: the Obelisk at Concorde, Palais Garnier, Place de la Bastille, the banks of the Seine, and, of course, the Eiffel Tower.
The crowd’s support was incredible—bands played, cheers echoed in every language, and the festival-like atmosphere carried me through the first 30 kilometers as if I were floating. When the pain finally arrived around kilometer 38, I recognized it as an old friend. I slowed, respected my limits, and pushed through with gratitude, savoring the experience rather than fighting it.
Crossing the finish line in 3 hours and 50 minutes, I felt an immense sense of accomplishment—not just for the time, but for listening to my body and enjoying every step. I celebrated with my best friends Miruna and Tamara, explored Paris, and even made it to the Moulin Rouge that night, feeling grateful for the balance I’d found.
(Pictures after crossing the finish line – and yes, I had a Belgian beer :))!)
This marathon was also about giving back. I ran for Sense, a UK charity supporting people with complex disabilities, and I’m proud to have reached my fundraising goal. Being part of the global running and giving community made the experience even more meaningful.
Running defines me. It’s how I navigate life’s ups and downs, embracing each stage and change with grace. The Paris Marathon reminded me that sometimes, the best achievements come not from pushing harder, but from listening, adapting, and savoring the journey.
Here’s to embracing the unknown, running with joy, and being part of something bigger than ourselves.
Thank you, Paris, for the memories—and thank you to everyone who supported me along the way.
Stay healthy and be happy,
Cris
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