Don't look the celebrity in the eyes

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Yesterday I saw my first celebrity in New York. Felicia Day (creator of the Guild and one of the stars of Eureka) came in looking for a seat at one of my favorite coffee places, Think Coffee, near Union Square.

I'm not one for going up to people I've seen on TV. Unless they are at a book signing or at an event where they are being carted out for publicity purposes, I try not to bother them. I guess if we were standing in a queue together, I may say "I really liked you in X. Good work." But that's about it.

On the path to curing cancer

[caption id="attachment_1626" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Me posing after 7 miles"][/caption]Ok. I'm not curing cancer myself. I'm a writer not a scientist. But I am running for Cancer Research.

Yesterday I ran 7 miles, my longest race ever, and I'm back out there again tomorrow to take Prospect Park by storm....at 13 miles an hour.

My friend Marianne and I came up with the idea a year ago to run all the races up to a marathon. Not only would we run 5K, 10K, a half marathon and a marathon but we'd do it in four continents as well. We called it Couch to 42K (or #c242k on Twitter) as we non-runners were going to get off the couch and run a marathon!



So far we've run in London and Morocco and in less than a month, we'll be winging our way to China to run a half marathon on the Great Wall of China.

Moving is stressful!

Though this isn't a shock to most people (except me it seems), moving is STRESSFUL. As I take everything in stride, I thought a move across an entire ocean would be a walk in the park. Not only a move mind you, but a new job, waiting for a visa, a feature film to entirely rewrite and a half marathon to train for. Yikes. Stress city.

Somehow, I thought I was hiding it well. I was totally fine. But how could all of those things not do something to you. It took going back to London a couple weeks ago to realize I wasn't happy these past three months. It wasn't the job - everyone is great. It wasn't always the script (though there were a number of weeks that I thought I was a horrible writer and I'd never be able to write again).

I missed my friends. I missed understanding social norms. Sometimes I stayed out way longer with people I didn't want to be with just cause I wanted to go out. On top of that, I ate and drank for England and stopped training altogether. It made me feel fuller, even if I was eating my way to a heart attack.