Chilly, clear, beautiful fall day. I overate yesterday due to fresh corn on the cob and dulce de leche cake--and also lack of self control from unintentionally starving myself on Friday. I feel heavy and slow. I am equally balanced right now between trying to clear my mind of preconceived notions about Saturday and visulizing myself getting to business on the course. I do like to race and try to see what I can do, but I hate running in front of people. Everyone loves big races for the 'energy' of racing 'for the croud'. I must run too slow, because I can hear people's conversations and can feel their eyes and judgement about my flabby upper arms from eating too much cake on Sundays. I am excited to see my California running friends and to have another St. George experience. | 