V for Very Painful but Very Worth it

Oh boy, where to start.
I know!
I'll start at the end, when I crossed the line, when thousands of people were cheering me on, screaming encouragements. Well, they weren't cheering me on, but it felt like it.
I saw the 2 hour mark behind me, and I could not believe it.
I ran it in less than two hours; one hour, fifty-eight minutes to be precise. I feel like the Queen of the Planet, if she had such bad pain that she could hardly move. It's not so much going up the stairs as going down them actually. Someone laughed at me in the street, and I couldn't blame them. A guy in my class winked at me:" You obviously had a great week-end."
I certainly did, if not for any sexy reasons.

I would do it again in a flash. Once the pain stops, I mean.

Time to pretend

I've just finished my exams. Only two weeks before I get the results and move on for good. This school year will be wrapped up and forgotten like all the previous ones, and my heart will sometimes turn over itself when I remember the funny and the annoying, the trivial and the serious.
I'll probably have to return to Lyon a couple of times next year since my thesis supervisor will be there. I've been doing very well for the most part, watching lots of crap movies with my sister and trying to plan a fun travel summer, with amazing stops to Germany and Belgium, museums, exercise and delicious bretzels.

My ex is currently having a drink with my mother.

Seeing him in my house was strangely disruptive, so I'll blog a bit, forget a lot, and forget even more than a lot. Repeat and rinse, repeat and rinse.