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A marathon of different sorts

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Sometimes you really just need to veg. For two straight weeks, 14 full days, I’ve been go-go-go. Work has been absolutely insane with the dramas leading up to the election; the pads of my fingers are practically raw from the amount I’ve been typing, and there has been NO paid downtime, which really I’m not so thrilled about. And when I’m not at work, I’m either blogging (although truthfully, I’ve somewhat fallen by the wayside on that one, sorry guys) or planning adventures for the future (more on that… in the future). By yesterday afternoon, I was feeling like I’d been whipped by a ton of bricks. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I could barely keep my eyes open. I napped from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. and then dragged myself out of bed, down the stairs, and proceeded to plop myself onto the couch for another five hours […]

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Then and now

Training

What I was doing 10 years ago: I was being startled awake by the phone ringing just before 7 a.m.. I remember thinking who the hell was calling that early as I stuffed my head under a pillow to muffle the sound. It was my moms. A minute later my big-big brother, who I lived with at the time, was banging on my bedroom door. I can still hear his voice. “Kate! Kate! You got to get up! You got to see this!”  The Twin Towers were on fire. Two planes had crashed through them. The world as we knew it would never be the same again. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Not two weeks prior I had been in New York, I had got pictures of the towers, I had listened intently as a girlfriend of mine had pointed high up and told me the story of her

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