I went running today and it started hailing when I had about a mile and a half left. At first it just seemed like a massive thunderstorm (usually a pleasant surprise because I haven't heard thunder very much in France), but the hail wasn't far behind. I must say it was a first. I have never been exercising outside when it started hailing and it is not an experience I would like to repeat. It felt like a million large needles where being hurled at me. Take my advice, don't run in hail, trust me.
And for those wondering, the picture is of the object that will eventually kill me. This is a pole in the metro. Said pole is home to a billion fingers a day and then mine. I am sure I am going to get some terrible disease from these cursed poles and die in France.
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Advice taken!
I carry purell in my purse because, well... I'm OCD, but it's a must on public transit!
I thought you were going to tell us that you were constantly running into these poles or something. I didn't know you were so paranoid about germs. You are cracking me up, Ange.
Hmmm! I bet the hail hurt, but atleast they were'nt like the ones in the movie 'The day after tomorrow'! That would be a problem. N don't worry about the pole. The more germs u come in contact with the stronger ur immune system will be! Ask me! I'm almost every germ proof now!
But they're classy Parisian germs so it's ok!
I don't think Parisian germs will be able to do anything to you except possibly make you give up running and take to sitting in sidewalk cafes, smoking cigarettes and drinking black coffe while thinking dark and brooding thoughts.
Well, the French can be a moody bunch and they do like to smoke and sit in cafes.
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