My Not So Grandios Plan

Isn't it an awful feeling to be walking around and realize that the smell of dog shit is following you? There's a sudden moment where you realize that maybe the dog shit is actually on you...and then you notice that its actually smeared all over your shoe. Shit! That was me today. Jogging along the Siene, listening to Beastie Boys, feeling really good about myself for finally exercising. It just didn't seem quite fair.

On a funnier note, a tourist couple stopped me (while jogging) to ask me a question. There were so many things wrong with this situation, I thought I'd list them for you:
1) First, who stops someone's that's jogging? That's just rude. I was bent over huffing and puffing (its been a while since I've jogged) explaining how to get to the Champs Elysees.
2) Second, if you're asking someone where the Champs Elysees is - you haven't put that much effort into it. Its one the main streets in Paris.
3) Third (and this was funny), he tried to speak French to me. If someone is wearing an LSU t-shirt, trust me, they speak English. Being the out-of-breathe slightly annoyed American, I was like HUH? What?
4) Lastly, is the person wearing the LSU t-shirt the best person to ask for directions in Paris? I mean, I have lived here a month, but they don't know that.

My Not So Grandios Plan

Before I moved to Paris, everyone would ask me in a very wide-eyed way: "What are you going to DO with SIX months in Paris?" I dreamt of myself waking up early every morning and jogging around Paris, picking up a side job walking someones dog (maybe a lab) and eating croissants. The only part of that that has really materialized is the croissant part. So, today is the first day of the rest of my six months in Paris! Clint and I are going to attempt getting up early every day this week and working out.