I’m thinking of walking an apartment Marathon (or not)

The Watermill at Posara for painting, creative writing, knitting, and Italian language holidays/vacations/workshops, Tuscany, Italy.

Locked-down and inspired by the man who was just run the Marathon on his 7-metre balcony in a suburb of Toulouse, France (above), I have just walked a thousand steps around our apartment in Florence, in and out of the balconies and round the sitting room, kitchen and bedrooms, five times.

And I’ve been doing some mathematics. My course, including Balcony Corner, Bathroom Bend and Sitting Room Straight, tots up to some 200 steps and, at half a metre a step, that equals 100 metres. Since the Marathon is a mere 42.195 kilometres, I could complete the distance in 421 laps or so.

Suppose I was to do my lap 20 times a day, then the daily total would be a a couple of kilometres, and I would have completed my Marathon in 21.1 days! The way things are going here, we could still be in lockdown. I might just give it a try.

The Watermill at Posara for painting, creative writing, knitting, and Italian language holidays/vacations/workshops, Tuscany, Italy.
Rounding Balcony Corner and into Sitting Room Straight!

On the other hand, I also attempted some stretching to an online programme that Lois is following, but it turned out to be more like contortion than extension, and I felt that if I manipulated my limbs in the ways that the chirpy Chinese-American girl suggested, I might never be able to return them to their proper position. Instead, I made myself a cup of coffee and sat for 10 minutes soaking up the rays on one of our sunlit balconies, working hard producing vitamin D…

Anyway, my salutations to Elisha Nochomovitz, the French balconiste marathonaire, whose main worry, it seems, was not annoying the neighbours (“They were very understanding.”) He completed his task in six hours 48 minutes and had crucial support in his challenge: “I had my girlfriend here who was giving me drinks and M&Ms.”

Me? If I take up the challenge, I’ll need more than M&Ms. One of our balconies overlooks the gardens of our apartments and beyond, our local café on the corner (closed), the bread and pastry shop (open for morning brioche) and the butchers. We’ve been eating largely vegetarian, if not vegan, for the past couple of weeks and I was suffering from carnivorous withdrawal symptoms. So yesterday, I asked my designated shopper (Lois) to nip across the road and buy a couple of hamburger patties, to satisfy my craving. Delicious! Now, am I raring to go? We’ll see.

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