Multi Terrain 2:07:25  18.77 km (6:47 / km) +864m 5:31 / km
Geneva Airport to top of Mont Salève cable car (in France), via all the sights.
Made possible by a sneaky day trip to Geneva thanks to #airmiles, #consultinglife and #supportivewife, but certainly without any #flygskam.
Decided to do this on Thursday, and with the help of a decent map from Stanfords realised that I could run straight from the airport - which turned out even better than expected as a little footbridge over the motorway led me into a lovely quiet area of villas. Then managed to thread together a few parks including around the ILO (very open if a bit weird to run through), the UN (completely surrounded by a high fence) and the botanical gardens (free) to quickly end up on the lakeshore - wow, doesn’t it look nice in the sun, with the mountains in the background.
Followed the lake to the centre, ran through the nice old town (on an unexpected hill) and then out the other side towards France. It was all mostly on paths and feeling ok, although my gut was playing up and when I got to the bottom of the humongous rockface (c.750m height difference), I strongly considered taking the cable car up as well as down.
But I channeled my inner ultra runner and off up the steep path I went. It was runnable for a bit but I quickly had to walk though at least the views made up for it. Then the second half, broadly parallel to a road in the forest with no view, was just painful, but I clung in and made it pretty much bang on my expected time.
It did however give me plenty of time to consider why I went on, knowing I was tired, and having done a decent enough 15k workout already. Did I want to prove something to myself? To everyone else? But what? And why? I guess it all comes down to not giving up as a principle, which in this case was pointless but in general is probably (mostly) a good trait to have. And of course there’s no denying that I hope if you read this, you’ll be mildly impressed...
After a quick beer and crisps at the top, the cable car ride down was fun (and the operator chappy was quite impressed), followed by a shower at a local pool where it turned out my fresh underpants had been soaked through the bag - lucky they had powerful hairdryers as I was getting ready to commando it all the way back to London.
Then a bus into town, quick sightseeing (and some egg fried rice) and that was that. I really truly am lucky to be able to do shit like this.