The Belgium Runaround

Last Thursday I did one of my typical single-day turnaround trips for work.  In the states, these were often done with airplanes.  For example, DC over to Chicago, up to NYC or Boston, down to Charlotte, Raleigh, Florida, and any number of places you could easily do without crossing the confines of a single day of the week via plane.  The longest of which I can remember was Vegas to DC and back in a day.

Here in Europe, the train system allows me to do much the same (don’t worry, they have airplanes here too).  Last Thursday was a quick day trip up to Brussels.  It started with me leaving our apartment a few minutes after 6AM to catch the RER (metro) train up to Gare du Nord (one of the main train stations).


From there, I caught a high speed train for the 1hr and 15m journey up to Brussels, Belgium.  Due to a hard drive crash at 10PM, and having to rebuild everything all night before a day of presentations and demos, I had only gotten about 2 hours of sleep before the train ride.  So I was happy to get any sleep I could on the whisper smooth high speed trains.  Regrettably, it somehow arrived 10 minutes early (I’m sure everyone else was excited about that…me, not so much).  Every minute counts when you’re talking that little sleep.

Once in Brussels, I spent the day until just after 5PM in meetings, with the second half of the day presenting.  Neither me, nor my computer malfunctioned thankfully.

With work complete it was time to get in a run before my train ride back home.  A number of weeks ago a reader had e-mailed me about our move to France and noted that if we were ever in Paris, to look them up.  So I did.

A few e-mails exchanged, and I found myself getting into a black sedan with tented windows on the corner of a street with a person I didn’t really know.  I suppose numerous movies don’t end well this way – but enough other people were on the e-mail thread that I felt safe (our wives and other running buddies).  Plus, as long as he fed me Belgium chocolates and waffles in captivity, I’d be content.

From there we headed over to his place to change and meet up with another reader/runner for our run.  So, out into the streets of Brussels we went.  You may remember that this is actually the second time I’ve been to Belgium now, with the first being back in July for the first and second stages of the Tour de France.

Our run would take out largely in suburban areas.  We started off heading past a giant park (Cinquantenaire), which was full of folks out and enjoying the early evening in all manner of physical activity.


Along the way we passed the military academy, and their rather nice looking track – which you can sorta see in the photo below, right below the massive sunburst.

(Photography geek side note: I’m super jazzed about pre-ordering the Canon 6D yesterday – the built-in WiFi, SD card, and GPS are the three core features I’ve been wanting built-in.  Auto-focus is so-so, but it’ll work great as a secondary main body for both event and review shooting.)


After rounding the perimeter of the park, we headed down a main boulevard that was lined with tram (train) lines on either side.  It was noted that this wouldn’t have been the place to be fatigued after a 20 mile run and forget to look both ways when crossing the street.  The trams would have flattened you in no time.  On a related note however, my ‘tour guides’ said you can apparently rent a tram for parties and the like, and spend the evening wandering around the city in your own tram.  Pretty cool.


While the trams would have pancaked you like a bad Belgium Waffle, interestingly, the cars would not have.  I was astounded at how both of my newfound running partners would run right in front of very much moving cars, and every single time the cars stopped without any irritation.

In the states and Paris, they would have died many times over on this run.  Turns out though, Belgium drivers are quite friendly.  Or at least, patient towards runners.

After we diverged from the traffic we hit up a nice greenway.  It was a converted rail line at one point, and now serves as a hard pack trail.


The trail reminded me quite a bit of the Canal Towpath that snakes out of Georgetown in Washington DC.  Virtually indistinguishable at points.  A subtle reminder of what was my life just a few short months ago.


We ran about 4.5 miles outbound, where we turned around at the above sign – which details the path.  From there, we turned back around and headed back home.  After all, I only had so much time before the last train of the night back to Paris.

You can see the leaves starting to fall here in Europe.  The night was absolutely one of those perfect running weather nights though.  Every runner knows exactly what I’m referring to.  The slightly crisp fall air, cool enough that you’re not drenched, but warm enough that at the start you’ve got a bit of sweat.  And most importantly, shorts and t-shirts are still the norm.


Once complete, we clocked in about nine miles.  Not too shabby for 2 hours of sleep.  Around this time though I realized I hadn’t actually eaten anything all day.  Not sure what happened at lunch exactly, but it didn’t happen.

We had about an hour left before the train, so we made a quick beeline for the Grand Place, which is an amazing city square (and World Heritage Site) surrounded on all sides by towering ornate buildings.  Really amazingly impressive.  Regrettably, my little cell phone camera does it absolutely no justice.


We hit up a pita shop that put together a meat creation unlike anything I’ve ever had.  It wasn’t even listed on the menu.  Special request only, as they knew the owners.  I don’t know what it was called, but I really need to know how to get it FedEx’d daily to me.  Please?

While the cellphone camera failed at the above photo, it did work well in the arena of chocolates.  Notably, chocolate shops.  Luckily, the folks I was presenting to earlier in the day sent me home with a bag of quite expensive Belgium chocolates as a gesture of thanks – which The Girl and I have been slowly working our way through.


With my time in the square done – it was back to the train station I went, for my 9:15PM train to Paris.


By 10:30PM I had whisked across the dark countryside and arrived in Paris.  Only a short metro ride and a walk across the square in front of Notre Dame was left.  Both completed in about 15 minutes time – putting home just shy of 17 hours after I left.

Thanks Sean for the run – and looking forward to catching up again!  Good luck in a few weeks at the Dublin Marathon!


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  1. Nice post, thanks for sharing, and if you are ever back in Cape Town I can take you over our little mountain!!!

  2. I realy enjoy these kind of posts, thanks for sharing. Running helps me a lot while I am traveling, expecially to recover the jet lag. I wish I had people willing to show me around and feed me with local godies :)

    Good luck to these kind folks with their Dublin Marathon.

  3. Too bad you couldn’t stay any longer. On sunday there was the Belgian Championship OD (with Australian exit) in Mechelen (Malines). Great atmosphere, lots of people and also the Flemish Minister President who participated at the event!

  4. I started following your blog a few months ago when shopping for the FR 910XT,
    and stuck around for the funny and motivating writing.
    It’s great to see you running around in my hometown Brussels now! Hope you enjoyed it!

  5. Dude, you’re like an ambassador to Europe for me. Always a good read.

  6. Daniel

    Hey, great post, been in Brussels a few months ago and it’s nice to look at this beautiful places again. If you happened to be in israel, i’ll take you to a run around Tel aviv

  7. Another great post Ray. I´ve also been in Brussels recently and had a great run around the old town. If you have plans to visit Lisbon anytime soon I can take you on a great run across the 7 hills. The views are breathtaking and the workout is top notch. Keep running!

  8. Anonymous

    Ray, would love to see these work outs on Strava. You explore such cool places it would be great to see your tracks….

  9. I know that trail! I run almost every week in the Cinquantenaire and the ancient railway is indeed a very nice running trail.

  10. Tim

    Hi Ray,
    I live in Brussels and have been checking your blog for a few years now. Funny to see you running around my neighbourhood. I live near the ‘ancient railway’ which is calles Ijzerweg (‘Iron Way’) by us locals :)
    Keep up the great stuff!

  11. Hi Ray,
    I live in the area of Brussels and follow your blog for a few years now, great stuff and superb tech reviews!
    Concerning custom made gps-holder for Edge800, check our blog and go to archive august : custom gps-mount.
    I made this on a high-level multitasking milling/turning machine from Mazak.
    Keep up the good work!