Entry tags:

exercise, fashion, metro, paris, photography, running, taxidermy, vanity

The indignity of fitness
I've been going running in hilly Montmartre every other day or so for a few weeks now. I hadn't been running at all since last summer in New Jersey when I hurt my knee so bad I had to stop for a few months (which turned into all of autumn and winter). The weather in Paris is finally absolutely amazing, and I love being outside and feeling like I'm not being lazy and old and fat.

The only thing I hate about going running is wearing normal-people clothes.

Here's me stretching before running, with no product in my hair and sporting the least-terrible of all the terrible sneakers and terrible gym clothes available down the street at Tati (basically France's K-Mart). Not shown: tiny orange iPod chock full of Marilyn Manson and Iggy Pop. You can see how the dead animals on the wall are so disgusted with my attire they can't even look at me.


This is my price for being in shape.


And here are a couple pictures I took in my Metro station the other day that didn't come out great but so what...


I really like this ad for some reason; the absurdity and silliness of it amuse me. I'm not sure what the sticker on the kid's mouth says.



Orange is my favorite color a great deal of the time. (Whenever my favorite color is not pink. Or black.) Everything near these chairs and tiles reads as orange, since they're so shiny, but the picture didn't quite capture that. Oh well.