#marathon de paris 2024

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SCHNEIDER ELECTRIC MARATHON DE PARIS 2024

Dimanche 7 avril 2024

Schneider Electric Marathon de Paris 2024 : rendez-vous au départ de la #Ligne42km

À l'occasion de la 47ème édition du Schneider Electric Marathon de Paris 2024 qui aura lieu dimanche 7 avril, la RATP propose à tous les supporters et spectateurs de suivre les coureurs au plus près de leur course grâce à deux parcours sur la #Ligne42km.

Où retrouver le plan de la #Ligne42km ?

Pour l'avoir toujours à disposition, téléchargez le plan de la #Ligne42km !

Le plan de la #Ligne42km sera aussi disponible lors du retrait des dossards, au stand RATP du salon Run Expérience à la Porte de Versailles, qui se tiendra du 4 avril au 6 avril 2024. Des agents RATP seront présents sur le stand pour fournir des informations sur les transports et vendre directement des titres de transport.

COMMUNIQUÉ DE PRESSE

Communiqué officiel 

En raison de la crue de la Seine, les organisateurs, en concertation avec la Ville de Paris et la Préfecture de police de Paris, ont pris la décision de modifier très légèrement le parcours du Schneider Electric Marathon de Paris 2024, au niveau du Parc Rives de Seine ; du tunnel Henri IV jusqu’au tunnel des Tuileries rendu inaccessible. Le passage des concurrents se fera sur les quais hauts au lieu des quais bas. Le nouveau parcours ne présentera pas de différence avec le parcours initialement prévu. Les officiels de la FFA avait en effet homologué ce parcours depuis plusieurs années déjà dans l'éventualité d'une crue de la Seine.

Les organisateurs, la Ville de Paris et la Préfecture, souhaitent une bonne course aux 54 000 participants attendus ce dimanche.

[bcacstuff]

As we begin the Closing Ceremony, we say “Merci Paris”!

A magical city! A magical Olympic Games!

The sun sets on Paris 2024. What else has been lighting up the city's skyline over the past 17 days? The Olympic Flame. Where's it being taken to?

La Marseillaise at the Stade de France.

Welcoming the flag bearers and the athletes of 205 delegations

The last medals with the National Hymn of The Netherlands!

So proud of Sifan Hassan, Bronze on 5k, Bronze on 10k and ont his last day Gold on the Marathon for women in Paris!

A Merci Beaucoup to all 45.000 volunteers as well

[the-olympics-olympics]

Weird Olympic Moments Tournament

To celebrate (?) the Paris 2024 Olympic Games starting in a few weeks, I thought I'd run another Olympic-themed poll tournament. This time, we're diving into history and getting to know some of the stranger, lesser-known stories of the Games.

Polls will run for a week, and the tournament should last until around early September if I'm doing my math right. The first polls will begin Monday, July 15th.

At the end, we'll award a gold, silver, and bronze to the top three.

After many hours on Wikipedia and the IOC website, here's the list of moments I came up with:

Horse vaulting

Pigeon racing

Sarajevo venues damaged in war

Mayor of Montreal says "The Olympics can no more lose money than a man can have a baby," then proceeds to host one of the most financially disastrous Games in history

George Eyser wins six medals after being run over by a train

Solo synchronized swimming

Crowd gets pooped on by 25,000 pigeons

Flame is taken to top of Mount Everest

Margaret Abbot dies without knowing she made history as the first US woman to win gold

Brazilian team has to sell coffee to afford the trip to Los Angeles

A teenager's "dumb idea" becomes Olympic tradition (athletes marching together in closing ceremony)

St. Louis experiments with "purposeful dehydration", denies water to marathon runners

Kanakuri Shizō takes 54 years to finish his race

Mt. Vesuvius moves the Olympics to London

They stop doing the Olympic salute for some reason

IOC President compares a terrorist attack to a vote to ban a racist country

The Olympics goes 88 years without letting women run marathons

Olympic flame transmitted via satellite

Northern Rhodesia declares independence during Olympics, changes name to Zambia

Vancouver 2010 cauldron malfunction

Montreal 1976 stadium is finally paid off in 2006

The curse of the Beijing 2008 mascots

Everest climbers get gold medals

Sochi snowflake malfunction

They hold the Olympics in 1906, then later say it doesn't count

Colorado kicks the Olympics out

Flame hidden from view after anti-gay law

Summer Olympics held during Winter

Haiti and Liechtenstein discover they had the same flag

Riot at the 1924 rugby match

McDonald's gives out more Big Macs than they expected

Chamonix 1924 retroactively named the Winter Olympics

Doves burned during cauldron lighting

Torchbearer takes olympic flame down a ski jump

Medals made of e-waste

Shooter aims for wrong target, loses gold

Olympic torch passed on International Space Station

Alien addresses crowd

Figure skating debuts at Summer Olympics

Olympics held on two different continents

Rio organizers lose key to stadium gate

Baron de Coubertin wins a gold medal under false identity

1960 winter games held in city named for an ethnic slur

Obstacle Swimming

North Korea considered to co-host 1988

Housing complex for American soldiers during the occupation of Japan becomes the Olympic village

Torch design changed mid-relay

Cauldron lit by flaming arrow

Last three seconds of basketball final replayed three times until results changed

St. Louis threatens to hold their own Olympics if they don't get named host city

Fatso the Fat-Arsed Wombat

Balloon racing

Delirious man carried over finish line by coaches, wins marathon

Summer Olympics held in November and December

Olympics postponed for COVID

Blue screen of death appears during opening ceremony

Marathon runner attacked by priest

Guy kicks referee in the face and (maybe) ends up on a stamp

Jet pack flies over stadium

Centennial games not awarded to a very confident Athens

LA 84 gets in trouble for commercializing the torch relay

Olympic flame relit with cigarette lighter

Rower stops for ducks

Nazi propaganda becomes Olympic tradition (torch relay)

Did I miss a great weird moment? Send it to me in an ask and I might do a round 2 or something!

I chose the moments based on my own personal bias (lol)

Heads up that there is one that involves the death of animals, but I will tag any polls with that #tw animal death

Please don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything else tagged, and how to tag it!

Also, a disclaimer that I'm tired and scatterbrained and I work full time, so if this gets a little disorganized I apologize. Shouldn't be too bad though.

Let the games begin, and whatnot

@tournament-announcer :)

[allthefoolmine]

The 2024 Women’s Olympic Marathon: GOAT

Your fool is BACK for some enthusiastic screaming about marathons!

Under the cut for folks in other time zones who haven’t woke up yet and want to be surprised and for anyone who wants to scroll on by!

So, listen. Listen. I said to the long-suffering @parrishsrubberplant that if the men’s marathon race was THAT good (and seriously, it was among the greats) the women’s races was going to be—I quote myself—“off the motherfucking chain.”

Holly cats was I right about that one. I could end this post right here with a string of head exploding and fire emojis, but instead I’m gonna write a bit about what I followed.*

(*still too cheap to pay for streaming, so this comes entirely from being glued to newspaper live text updates and the Olympics own race tracker, which gives the 5k splits. I WISH I HAD PAID. I wish I had *been there* in Paris.)

Things about this race that made my brain hurt, a numbered list:

1. Sifan Hassan (Netherlands): You have to be a pretty big nerd about running to remember the last person to medal in the 5k / 10k / marathon triple in the Olympics, so storytime.

Emil Zapotec, won gold in all three events at the 1952 Olympics. His marathon time was 2:23:03, and before you dismiss that, remember that training and shoe tech were different then, and also it was his first marathon. Hassan, as far as I know, is the second to try this triple, and her marathon time was 2:22:55, which is an Olympic record.

*and* she won bronze in the 5k and 10k earlier THIS WEEK. And we talked yesterday about the hilly Paris course, right?

Hassan, I need to add, made history in her last Olympics, Tokyo 2021, for getting Gold in the 5k and 10k, and bronze in the 1500m; she’s the first Olympic athlete to do that, ever, so it’s not like it was impossible to imagine she could medal in her triple this time (for Paris, she was initially also entered in the 1500, and decided not to.) Just, really hard to get your head around.

I’ve been listening to Kara Goucher and Des Linden do an amazing recaps podcast on Olympic track and field this week (go listen to Nobody Asked Us, they’re hilarious), and one of the things they stressed is that, from their own Olympic—both are double Olympians for the USA—and championship racing experience—the training you do for a hilly marathon vs for a track 5k is super, super different. Just to put in perspective the absolutely BATSHIT INSANITY of what Hassan just did by winning the Olympics. And setting an Olympic record. After the all the racing she did this week.

2. The race at 40k Sprint, do not run, to find a video of the finish. Here’s the one from Eurosports. Up until 2k to go, FIVE ATHLETES were in it: Sharon Lokedi (Kenya), Hellen Obiri (Kenya), Amane Beriso Shankule (Ethiopia), Tigst Assefa (Ethiopia), and Hassan.

Again, a comparison to Zapotec: a sportswriter once described his running style as “a man wrestling an octopus on a conveyor belt” and I couldn’t help but think of that when the commentators were desperately assuring us that Obiri is not struggling, she just Runs Like That. Obiri has one of the greatest CVs in women’s distance running history, and honestly, she looks like a woman wrestling an octopus on a conveyor belt. Often the octopus is winning. It’s so fun to watch.

Also, seeing Hassan, lurking at the back of the pack like a goddam shark, as Beriso and Lokedi got dropped. I was there and SEATED. You could almost see her scent blood in the water. It was EPIC.

3. The finish: Hassan and Assefa finished 3 seconds apart (and we had some good track style elbow throwing! The drama! Love to see track and field the contact sport!) Obiri was 15 seconds back from gold. I actually cried a little, like you do when you see something overwhelming beautiful and can’t help it. Lokedi, who is an athlete I love following, was fourth, 19 seconds back.

5. Yuka Suzuki (Japan): can we just scream together for a moment about how impressive Team Japan’s young marathoners were in this Olympics? Suzuki is 24 years old. She had, according to the information I could find about her, never raced in world championship race (not sure what a world university games is but I don’t think that counts). She went from being 13th at 25k to 8th at 30k, to 5th at 35k, to 6th at 40k…and finished 6th. Most of her running, for the last 10k of the race, was alone, with the lead pack in sight but not in actual distance to catch. Can you imagine how hard that it is, mentally? To be so close and yet so far at the end of a hilly marathon that just happens to be the motherfucking Olympics? I can barely get my head around it. Just. Holy cats people. Holy cats. So excited to see where she goes next.

6. Checked and Wrecked, the Honor Roll: It was super frustrating to follow this race because the Olympic tracker wasn’t working properly for past splits: it automatically updates them to show the state of the current race. Which made it very hard to follow changes in the race and spectulate strategy, and this didn’t happen with the men’s tracker, UGH, but anyway. Flowers to Jessica Stentson (Australia), Dakotah Lindwurm (USA) and Melody Julien (France), and also Lornah Chemutai Salpeter (Israel), who all, at various points in the first half, seem to have Went For It. I’m sure there’s plenty of other people who belong on this roll of honour, but that’s just who I noticed. I would rather see an athlete wreck themselves than check themselves, because sports are entertainment.

7. Lastly, because repeat Olympians Are Cool: Fionnula McCormick (Ireland)! Her fifth Olympics! Ridiculously cool.

Guys (gender neutral), women’s distance running is so fucking lit right now. There’s so many great athletes in the sport and that was such an epic, epic marathon.

Once again, a link to the end of the race for everybody in Europe / with vpns, because that was racing that makes me glad to be alive. Off the chain, indeed.

[heartsoftruth]

Tamirat Tola of Team Ethiopia crosses the finish line to win the Gold medal and to break the Olympic Record during the Men's Marathon on day fifteen of the Olympic Games Paris 2024 at Esplanade Des Invalides on August 10, 2024 in Paris, France.

[autisticadvocacy]

Calling all runners! Want to run an amazing race for a great cause? Apply to join #TeamASAN for the 2024 Paris Marathon! Learn more here: https://autisticadvocacy.org/parismarathon/

[atotaltaitaitale]

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Marathon pour Tous (Mass Participation Marathon)

With the Paris 2024 Mass Participation Marathon, amateur athletes were able to run the same route as the Olympic marathon, by night, enabling people to follow in the footsteps of outstanding athletes. In line with the parity of the games 20,024 participants (half women and half men) got to run the “Marathon pour Tous” during the night of Saturday and an additional 20,024 participants (again half women, half men) got to run a 10k route.

About the route:

The historic event recognised with the Olympic marathon route is a key moment from the French Revolution: the Women’s March on Versailles, on 5 October 1789.

On 5 and 6 October 1789, market women, shopkeepers and workers from the popular quarters gathered in front of the Hôtel de Ville in Paris to demand bread and arms. Between 6,000 and 7,000 Parisian women, joined by men, marched through Paris to Versailles to bring the King back to the Tuileries. That day, Louis XVI finally agreed to ratify the Universal Declaration of the Rights of Man and Citizens.

This is also the first time in the history of the Olympics that the games will end with the Women’s Marathon (traditionally it closes with the men’s marathon which get their medals at the closing ceremony)

The marathon is one of the iconic events from the Olympic Games. For many years, the men’s marathon has been held at the end of the Games, on the competition’s final day, as a culminating event to bring the Olympic fortnight to a close. To showcase the performances by women athletes, this time we are reversing the order. The women’s marathon will bring a fortnight of intense emotions to a close on 11 August 2024, the competition’s final day, just a few hours before the closing ceremony, with the men’s marathon taking place the day before. Holding the women’s marathon after the men’s event, bringing the Games to a close, is hugely symbolic. Especially with the marathon, because women struggled for a long time to be able to take part.

I love how gender parity was such a big part of Paris 2024 and how many symbols got intertwined within the games.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

25 July 2024

The opening ceremony of the Olympic Games will see competitors parade on boats along the River Seine through central Paris on Friday.

An unprecedented security operation is in place, with organisers also facing challenges over the cleanliness of the Seine, costs and the environmental impact of the Games.

When are the Paris Olympic and Paralympic Games?

The summer Olympics run from 26 July to 11 August, with 10,500 athletes competing in 329 events.

The Paralympics take place from 28 August to 8 September, featuring 4,400 athletes in 549 events.

There will be 206 countries represented at the Olympics, and 184 at the Paralympics.

Where will Olympic and Paralympic events take place?

The main athletics events will be at the Stade de France, on the northern outskirts of Paris.

There are also Olympic and Paralympic venues in the city centre.

The Pont d'Iena, for example, is hosting cycling events, while beach volleyball is at the Eiffel Tower and the marathon starts at the Hotel de Ville and ends at Les Invalides.

Is the Seine clean enough for swimming?

Open water swimming and triathlon events are due to take place in the Seine, more than 100 years after swimming in the river was banned.

Tests done in mid-June showed that levels of E. coli in the water were 10 times the acceptable level.

However, Games organisers hope July sunshine and measures like a rainwater storage basin will make it clean enough.

Ahead of the Games, Paris Mayor Anne Hidalgo took a dip to try to prove the river was safe.

How are France's security forces preparing for the Games?

The Games will be protected by the largest peacetime deployment of security forces in French history

Up to 75,000 police, soldiers and hired guards will be on patrol in Paris at any one time to guard venues and events.

The use of the Seine for the opening ceremony, with crowds watching the parade from the banks, is a first for the modern Olympics.

The original plan was to give free tickets to 600,000 members of the public to watch from the river's banks.

However, the government was worried about potential threats such as a drone attack, and spectator numbers were scaled back to 326,000.

More than 220,000 of those will be invited guests and 104,000 will be members of the public who have bought tickets.

Some 44,000 barriers have been erected, with QR codes for residents and others seeking access to the river Seine and its islands.

Many of the barriers will be removed after the opening ceremony.

Intelligence services uncovered two plots against the country by suspected Islamic militants in early 2024.

In May, a man was detained on suspicion of planning an attack on the torch relay in Bordeaux, and another man was arrested in southern France over a plan to attack an Olympic football venue.

How much are the Games costing?

The cost of this year's Games is estimated to be about 9bn euros (£7.6bn), less than any of the previous four Games — in Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro, London, and Beijing.

Much of the funding is coming from private companies, as well as sales of tickets and broadcasting rights.

The government's official auditors have said it may have to pay between 3bn and 5bn euros (£2.5bn and £4.2bn) for costs such as policing.

Are the Games environmentally friendly?

The organising committee of Paris 2024 has promised to make it the greenest Games in Olympic history, with half the carbon footprint of London 2012 and Rio 2016.

The Games will be held in the same city where, in 2015, world leaders agreed to try to prevent global temperatures rising by more than 1.5C.

About 95% of the Olympic and Paralympic sites are either existing structures or temporary ones.

The organisers say they are using as much recycled material as they can — including recycled cardboard beds for athletes — and trying to minimise carbon emissions.

However, it has been reported that thousands of air-conditioning units have been ordered for Olympic Village rooms by some national teams.

Are the Games pushing up prices in Paris?

Millions of visitors are expected in Paris during the Games, with ticket holders expected to spend an estimated 2.6bn euros (£2.2bn).

Hoteliers in Paris pushed up their rates, in many cases doubling them or more, in anticipation of a big rise in demand.

But there have been reports that many hotels have had unexpectedly low sales.

Bus and metro fares are also doubling in the capital during the Games.

In January, the Louvre art gallery put up its entrance fees by almost 30%.

[ithinkineedamoment]

2. Paris, France

1 of 1,000

I feel like it’s way too early in this process to even fully begin to unpack this one, but here we go. 

Realistically, it makes sense. Barely a month ago, Sergio and I got off a plane from attending the 2024 Summer Olympics in France. It was a once in a lifetime event that I had been planning and replanning tediously since January 2023. There were tickets to be won, booked out hotels, over priced planes, and a whole lot of unknowns. 

Sergio had never been to Paris or France. I, on the other hand, grew up no less than 20 minutes from the French border, in Germany, for my teenage years. Birthdays, long weekends, grocery shopping, flea marketing - it’d all happen in France. So in planning this Tour de France, it was less about me, and more about what I thought was worth seeing in France for Mr. Man’s first time. I stressed over every detail - was it worth going out of our way to Mont Saint Michel? Will he like staying in this neighborhood in Marseille or should I pick somewhere closer to the water? I begged and pleaded for his engagement for over a year and piecemealed together a plan. So much needed to be figured out, but not for a single minute did I worry about our weeklong stay in Paris. 

It was September 25th, 2010 and our high speed train from Kaiserslautern had just arrived in Gare Montparnasse. My family had barely been in Europe for two months and there we were, dressed in our American best pretending we were citizens of the world. The photos of this trip are hilarious given that these were before years of military propaganda and attempts at assimilation (our military TV, AFN or Armed Forces Network, showed several commercials threatening terrorist attacks if you left your military base looking or acting like an American). 

Regardless, we were there for one day to celebrate Mom’s birthday. It had not been an easy move to Europe. Over the past few months, Dad returned home from a year long deployment and he and I quickly fell into a quasi-estranged relationship. Weeks later, we found ourselves in Germany living in a concrete box on a military base, ostensibly, in the middle of nowhere. Mom would lash out, leaving scuffs and indents in the walls of the staircase that would never be fixed. The four of us were each other’s only support system, changed by the reintroduction of Dad to the mix after his yearlong absence. Who we were to each other and how we operated as a family unit was actively being rewritten in a militaristic world we had always been a part of but never formalized. It’s been 14 years, but I don’t remember we were ever happy in those early months. So stepping off that train felt energizing. Here we were in Paris - Paris! We were finally fulfilling the promise we were told of travel and seeing the wonders of Europe. It felt like the pain of getting to this point was finally paying off. 

Truth be told, I barely remember anything from this specific trip to Paris. Scenes of this trip playback like the photographic screensaver that used to run on the family computer. But there would be more trips. A Memorial Day foray through the Louvre and the Gardens of Versailles with family friends, a spring break stay at EuroDisney, the three of us zipping through the Metro to catch sights of Mom running her first and only half marathon, a couple days here, an evening or two there - all these visits from our time in Europe exist in my mind as a living map of the city. “Remember when we were here last?” we would ask each other, only to respond “of course! New years 2011,” while standing under the Eiffel Tower. Each trip was significant enough to be noteworthy, but when played back over and over again, they lose their place in time.

This timelessness, I feel, is the point. When you’re sneaking down the Cour du Commerce Saint-Andre, just off the Boulevard Saint-Germain on the Left Bank, it makes sense. The stories you hear of winding streets flush with candlelight, the chattering of wine glasses and the clinking of vape pens against the metal tables, and somewhere, a street performer playing an Edith Piaf song because beauty is innate in every Parisien (and not because they’re catering to a tourist economy) - all of this combines to reaffirm your preconceived notions. Some find it romantic, others, a caricature to be avoided at all costs. And yet, we visit - experiencing a city designed to be beautiful by people who inspired its destruction.  For every cathedral vault, there is a riot and barricade, for every newly built city wall, there was a force itching to invade. 

In the fall of 2019, in the “blissful” months of post-college “freedom” that usually consisted of downing a bottle of wine by myself in bed watching old seasons of “The Amazing Race”, I felt the need to leave. I had some extra cash, not because my job paid well, but because I was paying next to nothing to live in the converted living room of a shared apartment with two former classmates. It was lonely - feeling as if you were entering adulthood having spent the past four years destroying yourself for a chance at success. So I planned a trip that I knew would hopefully spark some joy into my life. I booked my first solo trip to Paris. 

Except it wasn’t solo. Within a few weeks of booking, I reconnected with Rick for the first time in months. I don’t remember who reached out first but after my fallout with Sergio, it felt harmless enough. While sipping a margarita at some restaurant in Midtown New York, long since closed, we caught up. He pummeled me with questions about what I was doing, where I was living, who I was fucking - convincing himself that the two classmates I was sharing an apartment with were my two boyfriends. I sipped on my drink and wondered what I was even doing there. It was just good to see him. 

Eventually, we parted ways, tearfully. Texts became more frequent and the fear of repercussions dwindled and I mentioned that I was going to France - had booked a whole trip to go to Paris and see other places in the country I had never been to as a treat for myself. I never asked him to or made any indication it was something I wanted, but the next thing I knew, I was planning a trip for two. It’s funny how organizing a trip with someone who has money makes the entire planning process significantly easier. I didn’t complain, but knew that it was most likely a disaster in the long run. 

A few days before the trip, Rick visited the doctor with a horrendous cough. He was told it was the flu and it’d pass, but it certainly wasn’t contagious anymore (Covid was knocking at the door). He could walk only steps at a time before needing a break and was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat. He was adamant that he’d still go on the trip. So there we went. 

The trip was emotionally brutal for the most part. Traveling to Paris with him felt like trying to recover from alcoholism in a winery. Insane on my part. But he was sick! He couldn’t do anything. I’d leave the hotel and roam for hours just to return back to sweaty and upset Rick. I didn’t blame him. He could barely talk yet wanted to know everything, he couldn’t walk, but wanted to experience the city. I felt bound by some duty to give up the things that I wanted to do to support a man who I had loved through the city of it. Suddenly, the sights and sounds of the city I had treasured as the escape from my life through my youth felt like a prison. I was there but I shouldn’t be, I wanted to grow but I couldn’t. I was reminded of all the ways I would minimize my existence growing up in my parents house and performed them with wine stained lips - filling the silence while refusing to acknowledge my part in it. I missed him and I missed his company. I still do now, at times. However, that shouldn’t have been the reason I let him come on this trip. A part of the depression and mess I had been recovering from in New York was now sitting across from me at the dinner table in a foreign country I wasn’t supposed to be in. He wanted so desperately for me to love him again, and I knew a part of me did, but to admit that would have destroyed what was left of me. 

So on the day before we were to leave Paris for our next city, I set off on the day’s journey. I remember the streets being quiet as I crossed the Île de la Cité. In December, the cold hangs over the city like a layer of frost no amount of warmth could penetrate. The buildings, the sky, everything seems a bit paler than it should be. I roamed and I roamed, climbing to Montmartre and realizing I had never been there. Ascending the winding streets and into Sacre Coeur, my mind flicked through the rolodex of bad ideas that could save me from my current situation. After cresting the hill, I found myself going west and eventually to Montmartre Cemetery. The sun was peeking through the grates of the Pont de Caulaincourt while the trees’ remaining leaves swirled down to their crunchy grave. It was cold, and it was quiet. 

I took to the uneven cobblestones that lined the cluttered pathways of the cemetery. The tombs and mausoleums crowded each other like the misshapen buildings of a neglected city. I was alone in this necropolis, the city of the dead.

At a certain point, surrounded by the silence, I found a bench under a Maple tree.  I don’t remember how long I sat there, sipping in the silence as one might a Vin Chaud, letting it numb me. Hector Berlioz, Edgar Degas, thousands of others all lay in their final resting place around me at peace and I was living. Why couldn’t I be at peace? Why did I have to be living? Living with the regret of not being strong enough to save myself, with the want of falling asleep there in the cold and praying I’d awaken to a different life. I had loved so hard and loved so deeply, but could never seem to love correctly. I gave everything I had to everyone else, and with everyone gone - I had nothing left. 

Almost in response to my isolation, a small black cat emerged quietly from the untrimmed brush that twisted between the two tombs in front of me. The only other sign of life in the cemetery curled their way to the top of the tomb and pawed gently at the leaves, clearing a place to rest. I don’t remember whose tomb it was but time seemed to collapse. It didn’t matter whether the interred died 100 years ago or 500 years ago. Side by side, they were all equal in death. And we, the cat and I, were there now.

In the epilogue of Alistair Horne’s Seven Ages of Paris, which I only read this past year, he muses on the significance of the French words for love and death being so similar. Paris, to me, had always been a city of history, of art, of good food, and of love. It was an escape - a vision of a better world, a better life. It was never anything real. Love, as I knew it growing up, was using and being used - it wasn’t care. Paris was a city I used. Now death - death I could understand. Growing up in the military, it surrounded me. I begged for death several times before I should have. Death is inevitable and everyone will know it. All around Paris are markers of this knowledge - these memento mori. Cemeteries, catacombs, monuments, statues - all in remembrance of those who have come before us and had made this city beautiful. It is on the mounds of the dead that the sprouts of new love and life are able to be shared. It is in death that a tomb can become a bed to a sleepy cat. 

I can’t say I bounded from the cemetery, energized by the notion of life. I did not run back to Rick and take him in my arms and promise myself to him forever. I knew that France would be the last time I would ever see him and as of today I’ve yet to be proven wrong. For the rest of the trip, I treated the death of our connection with patience and care, lulling it to sleep as you would a child. I knew that I could not give more of myself to him and I had to stop pretending that I could. What mattered more now was remembering that I will, in fact, die having lived a life for myself. I knew what was left of me was worth saving. I might have felt there was nothing left for me to give, but I could always create more. I couldn’t die without ensuring I left even the smallest bit of beauty behind. 

Now, almost 5 years later, I’m freshly returned from another stint in France, this time with Sergio. We still have never discussed what happened between Rick and I or what happened in France, and I don’t know if we ever will. As I stated at the beginning, we were there for the Olympics and I cannot overemphasize how incredible it was. Yes, most of the city was empty save for the hordes of tourists, but who am I to complain? We were tourists too. It was exciting to return to a city I felt I had history with and not for the city’s sake. Seeing Sergio witness the city with fresh eyes and fresh criticism brought the city to life. In walking hand in hand down the banks of the Seine, it didn’t matter that we were passing the Musée d’Orsay. It mattered that we were there together. We had multiple, lengthy conversations about the struggles of our relationships and the ways we don’t show up for each other while also unpacking complicated feelings of family and home. It was hard, tiring, emotional - but the person I was 5 years ago could never have done so. My parents, who were also attending the games, made guest appearances a few times during our trip. It’s worth noting that shortly after that cemetery visit in 2019, my parents and I fell out of touch - no longer on speaking terms for years. Yet, here we were, back in the city that started it all in 2010, each willing to give Paris and each other another chance. 

On our final night in Paris, as the Olympics drew to a close, Sergio and I grabbed a bottle of wine and made our way to the Jardin du Carrousel. The Olympic cauldron, as made famous by the fact it wasn’t a fire, was a giant hot air balloon whose basket was a ring of lights and smoke that would lift into the air at sunset and shine over the city and all the various arenas. I posited that it was most likely because the first manned hot air balloon ride that brought man to the skies back in the 1800s had taken place in Paris. Either way, we stayed in the garden commenting on the past 16 days of travel and what it meant to each other. For him, an opportunity to discover and appreciate a history he had always known but had strong prejudice against due to France’s imperialism (fair, lol). And for me, an appreciation of feeling present in a place with a history that had not always been easy. Home is a concept that I struggle with, but sitting there with him, it felt like home. 

The sun set and the crowd around us leapt to their feet as the giant balloon in front of us unceremoniously slid into the sky. The empty wine bottle laid at our feet as the two of us stayed seated. The city had never felt so magical and this love had never felt so beautiful. 

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De symboles maçonniques sur l'affiche des JO 2024 ?

Et autres

Bientôt chez Epstein

C’est à Ivry-sur-Seine, dans son studio à quelques kilomètres de Paris, qu’Ugo Gattoni a divulgué et expliqué pour la première fois son travail autour des affiches officielles de Paris 2024. « Je voulais raconter l’histoire de Paris 2024 », explique Joachim Roncin directeur du design à Paris 2024, « qu’il y ait une sorte de vue d'ensemble sur tout le projet, de sortir le sport des enceintes sportives. » Pour cela, tout part d’un plongeur, au premier plan, qui regarde le spectacle qui se déroule sous ses yeux, dans une arène sportive constituée des plus grands monuments parisiens : du Pont Alexandre III, avec le marathon pour tous, à la Tour Eiffel ornée d’un Stade de France en passant par l’Arc de Triomphe dans lequel passe le métro parisien, les références sont nombreuses

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Spooky Movie Marathon 2024: Week 5

Day 27: J'accuse ! (1919) - French version; unknown restoration info

Day 28: 13 Ghosts (1960) - 2D version :(

Day 29: Un monstre à Paris (2011) - English dub; loosely inspired by Le Fantôme de l'Opéra by Gaston Leroux

Day 30: The Werewolf (1956)

Day 31: The Tingler (1959)

BONUS! KIND OF! Day 32: Coraline (2009)

closing thoughts:

J'accuse ! (1919) - it is... so long... and because it's a silent epic i can't even work on something else while i watch because i need to pay attention to the intertitles so i know what the heck's happening. aghGHGh. but okay. it is an interesting film! there's early use of a moving camera, quick cuts, and montage editing, which is all really neat in a film history way. there was also a lot of location shooting, including in real ww1 battlefields and of the battle of saint-mihiel, which is both extremely impressive and extremely unsettling in a "how much of this is an unintentional snuff film" kind of way. and in terms of its unsettling aspect, it's far more of a romantic war drama than a horror film, but there's certainly horrific elements. i'd classify it in the vein of social horror akin to freaks (1932), where it's primarily a human interest social drama but when the characters are not permitted to pursue their own needs and desires due to larger societal issues, horror elements are drawn on toward the end to leave a final lasting terror in the audience for their own complicity in those issues. (let's call this "horrific social drama.") in freaks the larger issues are ableism and the eugenics movement, in j'accuse it's the devastating impact of ww1. this is scattered throughout in the film's hilarious repeated shot of the grim reaper and his dancing skeleton minions, then culminates in a proto-modern!zombie "return of the dead" sequence at the end. idk, i don't love it as entertainment since it's not really my thing, but it's interesting. also, random note, but i like how they handled françois's character... he was a scumbag abusive husband but got decent character development and felt like a fully-dimensional person. still a scumbag, but a well-realized one.

13 Ghosts (1960) - oh shit, new fave movie dropped. this movie is so fun!!!!! genuinely creepy but also with a goofy 3D gimmick that combined doesn't always work, but is presented with such classic william castle ballyhoo that i can't help but be charmed. i should be irked by the completely ridiculous ending where the (blissfully not annoying) kid watches a man who was about to kill him gets freaking MURDERED and is clearly traumatized by it and then the next day is just like "wow :) this house is great! i hope we never leave!!! :D," but i am too busy adding "watch this in the original illusion-o vision" to my cinematic bucket list.

Un monstre à Paris (2011) - felt kind of lousy and decided to go for something light. got exactly what i needed <3 this movie is really cute! the human characters are all either kind of boring or not very original, but francœur the monster has all of my heart, which combined is pretty standard for monster movies so i am okay with this. the music was also really good, and as poto-related media goes, i really love that the voice they picked for francœur is a very high, soft voice. not only does it make me feel great about MY voice, but if i remember the book correctly that's the voice erik has (or at least how i interpreted it) instead of the deeper "sexy" voice he tends to get given in adaptations. i've only ever seen/heard one erik with that kind of higher and gentler voice before, peter straker in the ken hill musical, so this was really exciting for me and i loved it a lot. that said, this movie SHOULD have been a 2D animated film oh my god. the concept art and storyboards they had in the end credits were SO gorgeous and i think would have really made the film pop much more than the pretty standard and unappealing 3D animation we got.

The Werewolf (1956): puts my grubby gay fingers all over the celluloid. this movie is a metaphor for being gay in the 1950s! you've got this average family man doomed by an encounter with two mad scientists who work and live together in a tooooootallllllyyyyy heterosexual way who then infect him with evil gay werewolf disease (that is related to nuclear stuff because it's the 50s and everything needs to be about nuclear stuff). he forgets his hetero identity and the wife and son he has waiting for him at home, promptly goes into a bar where a man asks him to buy him a drink and then attempts to rob him, leading to them lying on top of each other in an alley while a little old lady gawks and screams at the horrible sight of their entangled man legs. then mr. average family man kills the evil propositioning man and goes and kills more men, turning into an evil gay werewolf by his emotional reactions to them. he doesn't want his wife and son to see the monster he has become and avoids them, seeking solitude so he won't shame them and be tempted to murder by the sexy murderificness of men. and then of course in the end he dies by mob violence, forever doomed to never return to the non-lycanthropic heteronormative life he once knew. A+++++

The Tingler (1959) - my favorite vincent price and william castle movie ever... an underrated masterpiece of meta horror. i've seen this movie before, and ugh! everything about it is perfect to me. if ever anyone wants to understand me better they should watch this because it's got everything: vincent price, a goofy concept played completely straight, meta filmmaking, a really amazing partialized colorized sequence... this is a movie i need to see in a theater SO BAD, but only so long as the percepto gimmick is in place for peak experience.

Coraline (2009) - this was unplanned but we needed to endurance test a room over an extended period of time at work, and the best way to do that is by watching a movie, and this is what got picked! i had to step out to run and errand in the middle of it, so i didn't technically see all of it, but that's okay, i've seen it before. definitely need to see this one in theaters someday when i get the chance--just watching it on a large projector screen with all the lights off and blinds closed was great, the colors and stop motion really really really POP and are so gorgeous and UGH. i love it. this movie shows in theaters every year in the area where i live, but never at good times so i constantly miss it and then am all >:( because everyone i know keeps getting the chance to see it instead of me. someday, though! someday...

okay. phew. this was fun. i don't normally put this much thought and attention into all the things i watch, or watch movies back to back like this, and for good reason because it. is. exhausting. fun, but EXHAUSTING.

no more! i return now to my vegetative tv viewer state... at least until i do my pride movie marathon in june. but that's another story <3

concluding rankings, ratings, and lists (bonus extra sorting into needless categories for my personal amusement):

top tier masterpieces, faves or new faves

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) (duh)

Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962)

The Tingler (1959)

Planet Terror (2007) was good! will definitely watch again

The VelociPastor (2018)

The House on Haunted Hill (1959)

13 Ghosts (1960)

The House on Haunted Hill (1999)

Coraline (2009)

The Black Cat (1934)

The Skeleton Key (2005)

The Curse of King Tut's Tomb (1980)*

Son of Dracula (1943)* glad i saw it, might not watch it again (at least for a while)

Un monstre à Paris (2011)

Witchcraft (1964)

The Werewolf (1956)

Der Golem, wie er in die Welt kam (1920)

The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

Willy's Wonderland (2021)*

Lyle (2015)*

Return to House on Haunted Hill (2007)*

J'accuse ! (1919)* could have been better except for one thing...

I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997)

White Settlers (2014)

The Mummy (1959)

Bijo to Ekitai-ningen (1958)

Prometheus (2012) eugh

The Creature with the Atom Brain (1955)

XX (2017)

Mary Reilly (1996)

Death Proof (2007)

Encounter with the Unknown (1972)

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Le décathlon olympique de Dieu

Je cours vers le but, pour remporter le prix de la vocation céleste de Dieu en Jésus-Christ.

Philippiens 3.14

Les jeux olympiques de 2024 ont lieu à Paris : Natation, boxe, course à la voile, marathon, tir à l'arc… des dizaines de sports, que l’on appelle aussi “épreuves”, vont déterminer les élus pour la médaille d'or.

La vie chrétienne peut vraiment être comparée à des “épreuves olympiques célestes” données par Dieu.

J'ai toujours été impressionné par la complexité, la difficulté et la diversité du décathlon. Dix épreuves sur deux jours. C'est une discipline intense, extrême, où les hommes doivent prouver leur excellence dans 10 disciplines parfois totalement différentes les unes des autres, comme pour le 100m et le saut à la perche.

Cela me fait penser à Abraham qui selon la tradition semble avoir subi 10 tests pour prouver sa fidélité à Dieu. En voici trois par exemple :

Il a dû quitter son lieu de naissance, son pays et la maison de son père pour un pays inconnu

Il a subi la famine au pays de Canaan et a été obligé de le quitter

Dieu lui a demandé le sacrifice de son fils Isaac

Il les a tous réussis, ce qui a apporté une bénédiction à toute l’humanité. Il est devenu le père de la foi.

Paul dit ceci :

“Ainsi, tous ceux qui font confiance à Dieu, comme Abraham lui a fait confiance, ont part à la bénédiction avec lui” (Galates 3.9)

Dieu donne à chacun un rêve, un appel, un but. Mais la triste réalité est que beaucoup s'arrêtent en chemin, à la moindre souffrance, au moindre souci et à la moindre épreuve, ne comprenant pas que c'est peut-être Dieu qui les teste.

Nous voyons Dieu donner à Joseph un rêve à l’âge de 17 ans, mais il a commencé à accomplir sa destinée à seulement 30 ans. Afin d’accomplir sa destinée, Joseph a lui aussi passé au moins 10 tests (tests de l’orgueil, de la pureté, de la bonne attitude en toutes circonstances en prison, du pardon, etc.). Ils ont tous été conçus pour tester son caractère et nous pouvons être sûrs que nous allons être testés nous aussi.

Alors, prenez courage, n’abandonnez pas, car la médaille d’or céleste, “le prix de la vocation céleste de Dieu en Jésus-Christ”, est au bout de votre course !

David Nolent

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Jeux Paralympiques 2024 : une moisson de 15 médailles pour le Maroc

Les parasportifs marocains ont glané un total de 15 médailles, dont 3 en métal précieux, au terme des Jeux paralympiques, Paris 2024. Un doublé au 400, un autre doublé au marathon féminin et le légendaire Chentouf ont permis au Maroc de terminer avec une belle moisson, qui confirme les espoirs placés en des sportifs hors du commun. Dans le marathon féminin (catégorie T12), Fatima Ezzahra El…

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Des Jeux Paralympiques populaires (1)

Paris 2024 organise pour la première fois des Jeux Paralympiques d’été, la 17 è édition depuis Rome en 1960, alors qu’Albertville a déjà accueilli en 1992 la 5 è édition des Paralympiques Hiver. Sur sa lancée des JO, Paris 2024 est en passe de se rapprocher du succès populaire inégalé des Jeux Paralympiques de Londres 2012. Le site de billetterie n’offre plus de places pour plusieurs épreuves comme l’escrime fauteuil. Ils sont encore nombreux ceux qui veulent emporter un petit bout de Paris 2024. Certains vêtements officiels des JO ont été écoulés en moins d’une semaine : “Dès l’entame le rugby à 7 a fait des émules dans les tenues : “Vous l’avez eu dans quelle boutique votre tee-shirt ? “Aux Jeux, il suffit parfois d’un accessoire pour déclencher une ruée comme pendant les soldes. Les mitaines rouges de Vancouver, une feuille d’érable côté paume, les anneaux Olympiques de l’autre, tout le monde se les arrachait en 2010. Certains ont comblé cet emballement pendant les Jeux Paralympiques, en dénichant ces gants, parfois en soirée juste avant la fermeture des caisses de la Compagnie la Baie, 674 Grandville Street, en plein centre-ville de Vancouver, un équivalent des Galeries Lafayette ; une aubaine grâce à l’équipe de nuit, deux salariées francophones, Morgane la Belge et Cécilia la Bretonne. Aux Jeux Paralympiques comme aux Olympiques, la cérémonie d’ouverture est un temps fort attendu. À Vancouver, la présence de représentants des tribus des premières nations mit en évidence les engagements historiques du Canada pour le respect des cultures, des traditions et de l’espace de vie des populations autochtones : vivre ensemble. Le point d’orgue fut l’hommage de tout un peuple à Terry Fox décédé en 1981 : atteint d’un cancer du genou et amputé de la jambe droite à 17 ans, l’athlète réalisa avec des béquilles et sans prothèse une marche transcanadienne d’un océan à l’autre pour récolter des fonds. Son aventure fut racontée sur l’écran panoramique en haut du dôme du British Columbia Place lors de la cérémonie d’ouverture. Ses parents, Rolly et Betty, y furent invités pour allumer la torche de Marni Abbott-Peter, une ancienne basketteuse en fauteuil roulant qui fut parmi les meilleurs mondiales. En France il y a des Terry Fox : pour son premier marathon de l’espoir, Guy Amalfitano, athlète paralympique d’Orthez atteint aussi d’un ostéosarcome, passa à Orchamps en 2011. Quel Terry Fox aurons-nous le 28 août ?

Des Jeux Paralympiques à guichets fermés au stade Olympique de Londres en 2012.

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The Paralympic Games

The Paralympic Games The Paralympic Games, an article that illustrates how this great sporting manifestation was born, with some famous athletes stories and their achievements. If you want to know more about the Paris 2024 Summer Olympic Games visit its website. Follow the worlds top athletes as they go for gold in France (Jul 26-Aug 11, 2024). Paralympic Games – Wednesday 28 August to Sunday 8 September. It never gets tiring coming to Paralympic Games and crossing the line first. It is like a fairytale that just doesn't seem to end, each time I come out. Jason Smyth My dream was to win the World Championships and I did it. So I said my next dream was to win the Paralympics. So what's my next dream? It is sleeping. Daniel Martins We are all humans, we spend almost all our career together so when a teammate suffers, I suffer too. Omara Durand The Olympic Games began in Greece about three thousand years ago. Only men could be Olympic athletes, and they wore nothing when they ran in Olympic races. All wars stopped for the Olympics in those days. The discus and the pentathlon began in these early Olympic Games. The marathon began when Greece was at war, and a soldier ran about forty-two kilometres from a town called Marathon to Athens to tell the people there about the Greeks winning the war. The soldier died soon after he arrived in Athens. In 394 the Romans stopped the Greek Olympic Games, because they didn't like them.

Paralympic Athletes In 1896, a Frenchman, Pierre de Coubertin, began the Olympic Games again. These days the Olympic Games usually happen every four years. They did not happen in 1916, 1940, or 1944 because there were wars in these years. Paralympic Games, athletic competition for people with disabilities, including amputees, people with impaired vision, paraplegics, and people with cerebral palsy. Fanie Lombaard, of course, is one of these disabled sportsmen. But how did the Paralympics begin? In the 1940s Sir Ludwig Guttmann was a doctor at the Stoke Mandeville hospital in England. At the hospital there were many disabled soldiers from World War II and Guttmann wanted these soldiers to get better by doing sports. In July 1948, when the Olympic Games happened in London, Guttmann asked disabled soldiers to go to a sports meeting together at Stoke Mandeville. It was all very successful, so he did it again four years later in 1952. This time disabled soldiers from Holland came too. Because he worked a lot with disabled athletes in the 1940s and 1950s, people often call Sir Ludwig Guttmann "the father of the Paralympics". The Paralympics are younger than the Olympics, but they are getting bigger all the time. The first true Paralympic Games happened in Rome, a week after the 1960 Summer Olympic Games, in this occasion four hundred disabled athletes from twenty-three different countries competed in eight sports. At the Sydney Paralympics in 2000, there were 4,000 disabled athletes from 122 countries! The Paralympic games were initially open only to athletes in wheelchairs. All that changed in 1976 when athletes with different disabilities took part in the games. Of the 23 sports at the Paralympic Games, only 4 are not included in the Olympic Games. These are Goal Ball, a team sport played by visually-impaired athletes who throw or roll a ball with a bell inside it, Boccia, a sport similar to lawn bowls played in teams of pairs, Wheelchair Rugby, and Powerlifting, similar to weightlifting, but using the upper body only.

Paralympic British Athletes Track events at the Summer Paralympics include the 100-meter, 200-meter, 400-meter, 800-meter, 1,500-meter, 5,000-meter, and 10,000-meter races. The 4 × 100 and 4 × 400 relays are also held. The field events are discus, javelin, shot put, high jump, and long jump. Other sports include archery, basketball, boccie (lawn bowls), bowling, cycling, equestrian events, fencing, goalball, judo, sailing, soccer, shooting, swimming, table tennis, tennis, volleyball, weightlifting, and wheelchair rugby. Events at the Winter Paralympics include Alpine and Nordic skiing, ice-sledge hockey, ice-sledge racing, and biathlon. Modern technology has radically improved the range of possible activities for physically disabled people. As a result, the intensity of the competition at the Paralympics has increased. This in turn has increased publicity and financial support of the games. To compete in the Paralympic Games each athlete must meet rigorous qualifying standards that are categorized according to disability type and severity, and then be selected to his or her country's team. The Paralympics are recognized and supported by the International Olympic Committee (IOC) and governed by the International Paralympic Committee (IPC). These days there are Paralympic Games every four years, and because it's easier for Paralympic athletes to stay in Olympic hotels and to run in Olympic stadiums, the Paralympics usually happen in the Olympic cities, too. Think of playing basket-ball in a wheelchair. Think of skiing with only one leg. Think of running when you can't see in front of you. Disabled people can do some wonderful things! Here are the stories of some disabled athletes. The first athlete with a disability to compete in the able-bodied Games was the German American gymnast George Eyser. He competed in 1904 with one artificial leg and won six medals in one day. In 2008, South African distance swimmer Natalie Du Toit was the second person to compete in both Games. Bob Matthews is blind. He was born in England on May 26, 1961. Usually he works in an office, but he's a very good runner in his free time In the Paralympic Games in Sydney 2000, he won two medals. He won a gold medal in the 10,000 metres and he came second in the 5,000 metres. In a race, blind athletes need a guide who can see and help them run. In the 10.000 metres, runners have two guides. The guides must be very fast and very strong. They run together with the blind athletes and are their "speaking eyes". They tell them when there is someone in front of them or when they can run faster.

Bob Matthews Bob is good at making people laugh. At the Sydney Olympics he said, "I want to 5,000 metres and 10,000 metres, but I'm running in the marathon only because I want to see all of Sydney cheaply!" He says he has the healthiest guide dog in Britain. His nine-year-old dog Quando always goes running with him when he's training for a race. Jean Driscoll was born in Wisconsin on November 18, 1966. Because there was something wrong with her back when she was born, she can't walk and she has a wheelchair to move about in. But she can make that wheelchair go very fast! Jean began playing wheelchair basketball when she was a young woman. Then she went to the University of Illinois, and there she became interested in wheelchair racing. She won the Boston Marathon for wheelchair athletes eight times and she is the only athlete, able-bodied or disabled, to do that. From 1988 to 2000 she won five gold medals in the Paralympic Games; and she came second in the 800-metres wheelchair race in the Olympic Games in 1992 and 1996. Like Fanie Lombaard, Jean wants people to call her an athlete and not a disabled athlete. She wants people to speak well of disabled athletes for being good at their sport and not only for being disabled sportsmen and sportswomen. Jean wants more disabled people to do great things too. She gives talks on television and in 2000 she wrote a book about her story. "Dream big, and work hard," she says to everyone. She now lives in Champaign, Illinois, and there is a street in Champaign called "Jean Driscoll Lane". Diana Golden was born in New England in the USA. She began skiing when she was a little girl and she dreamt of being a famous skier one day. Then, at the age of twelve, her right leg suddenly broke one winter day after an afternoon's skiing. In hospital the doctor looked at it carefully and then told her, "We're afraid you have cancer in your leg. so were going to take it off." A few days later, in hospital, Diana called her doctor. "Can I ski with one leg?" she asked him. "Of course, you can!" he said. Two months later, Diana was skiing again. Things weren't easy for her. She was only a child after all. But she trained every day and she became very good at her sport. She won ten world championships and an Olympic gold medal for her skiing. But the most important day of her life was in 1987. She didn't win the race that day: she came in at number ten. But it was a world championship race and she was the only disabled person competing with able-bodied skiers. Diana said, "When I was at school children laughed at me because I had only one leg. But now I'm faster than some athletes with two legs!" Sadly, Diana Golden could not win her fight with cancer, and she died on August 25, 2001 at the age of thirty-eight.

Jackie Joyner Kersee American track-and-field athlete Jackie Joyner-Kersee was the first woman to win consecutive heptathlons at the Olympic Games and the first to amass more than 7000 points in the competition. In addition to her gold medals at the Olympic Games in 1988 and 1992, she also won a silver medal in the heptathlon at the 1984 Olympics. Over a two-day period, heptathletes score points in each of the competition's seven events: 100-meter hurdles, high jump, shot put, 200-meter dash, long jump, javelin, and 800-meter race. The heptathlete with the most overall points wins the competition. These sportsmen are only some of the true heroes of sport from different times and from different countries in the world. There are many more. Who is your favourite sports hero of yesterday or today? Where do they come from and why do you like them? And who are going to be the sports heroes of tomorrow? Perhaps they can teach us something important too. You can also read: The Olympic Games Paris 2024 Olympic Games Olympic Games quotes Great Sports Quotes Sports News https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqg4v-BZb1M Read the full article

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De la dictature culturelle

Ce 11 août, dernière épreuve olympique, le marathon féminin s’achevait sur un nouveau record. Triomphante et souriante, Sifan Hassan, réfugiée d’origine éthiopienne, désormais Néerlandaise, allait monter sur le podium. Voilée pour la circonstance, cette brillante athlète achevait, comme une conclusion symbolique, la partie sportive de ces JO de Paris 2024, dont il est sans doute trop tôt pour…