It is 5:45 in the morning, everything is very quiet in Nogent-sur-Marne (Val-de-Marne). Yet if Sylvain (the names and some details have been changed to preserve the anonymity of our witnesses) leaves the warmth of the marital bed, it is not to put on a pair of slippers, but his running shoes. " Before my injury, I did it every day, but I slowed down the pace with three outings during the week and one on weekends," says the 40-year-old tall scallop, technical director of a start-up and father of two children aged 4 and 10. After a glass of water and ten kilometers swallowed in less than fifty minutes in the Bois de Vincennes, equipped with a frontal in winter, Sylvain reappears at breakfast.
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