I had never been to France, but I saw enough on TV to anticipate the clichés: rows of aristocratic, cream-colored buildings; corner cafés where chic locals sipped coffee and ate flaky croissants; and, of course, the Eiffel Tower sparkling exactly as the rom-coms promised.
Walking through any part of the often-romanticized country, one can easily soak in these picturesque sights. But running through it, I was told, would be a completely different experience. A full-body one. That alone was enough to convince me to skip the usual itinerary of museums and cafés and instead, arrive in France with just one thing on the agenda: to run.
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