Carbathon 2010

by julie on April 22, 2010

Like all good marathon stories, this one begins with PASTA! The night before the race, I met a group of friends at an Italian restaurant in my old Fenway neighborhood. We sat at a long table together – laughing, joking and most importantly – consuming copious amounts of carbohydrates. As a huge pasta-lover, I was in heaven.  Among my friends gathered were a few visiting from NYC and DC to cheer me on! 

“Are you excited?”

“Are you nervous?” 

 I was both – excited and nervous, yet I tried to deflect these inquiries quickly by asking them about their jobs and their love lives. I didn’t want to to talk about the marathon, as a part of me was still in denial – trying to pretend that the race wasn’t actually sneaking up so quickly on me.

Yet, at the end of the night, as we said our good-byes, the inevitable reality-check arrived. We took pictures, we hugged, we waved goodbye and we said things like, “See you at mile 13!” or “See you at mile 22!” and “See you at the after-party!”

And that’s when I hit me — nothing stood between me and the marathon anymore. No dinners, no conversations, no nothing. I was officially just one night’s sleep away from running 26.2 miles. Or so I thought…

Check back soon for continued coverage of Marathon Monday!

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Melissa April 23, 2010 at 10:59 am

AHHH! How can you leave me in suspense like that! I still haven't heard the full story! And YOU are most certainly "it" in this current round of phone tag! 😉

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