Ylan is what we call a jolly fellow. Behind the self-service turntables in the BAF (Cheese Bar) cellar in the 10th arrondissement of Paris, he smiles like a kid, his cheeks red. The effort, the cold, the alcohol? All three, my captain. “I went ahead a bit and ordered a pint on the road,” slips with mischief the running addict, 23 years old, wearing the fluorescent jersey of the 20 km of Paris. In the dry cold of this Tuesday evening in January, he has just covered six kilometers with the Food Runners Club. Every week, they meet to run and then eat together. One time a pizza, the other a burger, a chocolate mousse… To the heady sound ofAround the World from Daft Punk, the forty present take a breath and take off their headbands, CamelBak and gloves to tackle the evening’s reward: unlimited raclette. Too much? “I always overdo everything: eat and run,” said the mustachioed man, shrugging his shoulders.
Since the end of autumn, running groups combining sport and sweet or savory tastings have multiplied. Since its creation at the end of November, the Food Runners Club has been a hit with 12,000 followers on Instagram and 600 people on the waiting list at weekends. He embarked on the path of
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