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Nov 16, 2008 14:23

I'm sitting on my couch. Today I was supposed to run my first ever 1/2 marathon. But most of LA's surrounding area is burning. So they canceled the race. It has been the longest day. I feel like it should be at least 5:00, when it's only 2:30.

All the anticipation, months of getting up to run when I'd rather sleep, of planning my day around the hour that I would give to training...the discipline that I developed...distance running was something I never expected to enjoy, but it has become such a cool part of my life. I wasn't just looking forward to the feeling of finishing. I was actually looking forward to being there during the race. I went to bed with that Christmas-eve feeling. And woke up to an email saying there would be no race.

Also, I got really into the whole "carboload" idea. I think I consumed about a pound of spaghetti last night. I just liked the idea of eating food as actual fuel, instead of just for enjoyment. It was so fun to go out last night, order huge plates of pasta and extra bread, and talk about how awesome it was going to be.

Now I'm sitting around, waiting for the day to end. And I'm still incredibly full of bread. I never want to see pasta again. Or food, for that matter.
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