Sara Catania, a former staffer at the Los Angeles Times, LA Weekly and LA Daily News is forging ahead into the brave new world of independent journalism, meaning she cobbles together an existence writing freelance (Mother Jones, California, Salon, Los Angeles Times Magazine, version 2.0) teaching journalism at USC, and working on her first book, a memoir-ish examination of urban renewal on Chicago’s South Side. At LA Observed she writes
Run On, her blog about training as a non-runner to compete in the 2009 Los Angeles Marathon. She recently spent a year chronicling the effects of Hurricane Katrina on the Vietnamese community. She’s been a Knight Fellow at Stanford, a Media Justice Fellow with the Open Society Institute and a jolly good fellow most of the time. Sara lives in Silver Lake. Her
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My marathon. The blow-by-blow.
Victory
Thanks, Coach.
Quite a stretch.
And proud of it.
And disappointment.
Yet the running continues
Is it crazy for a woman to run alone in the dark?
What would Jesus do? By guest blogger Andrea Cavanaugh
Gaby Vergara. 'Nuff said.
By Andrea Cavanaugh, guest blogger
Running in New York
Marathon addiction
The charitizing of marathons
My first race
If you walk half the time does it still count as running?
And other calamities -- real and imagined -- on the slow road to recovery
For spending way too much money on running shoes.
It's the cheese.
APLA to runners: pay up or get out.
Fourteen miles and purring all the way.
Running, unplugged.
Just in time for Christmas.
This is what Los Angeles looks like.
LA v. Chicago
With Thanksgiving upon us, what better time to talk about food?
A rough week in runland.
When does eight miles feel like 18? When it’s all uphill.
Three more months to run, run, run.
In a good way.
Running into oblivion
Seven guilty pleasures of marathon training
What do Pheidippides, Jim Fixx and Ryan Shay have in common? All were marathoners, and all died either while running or shortly after.
I ran three miles in Griffith Park, surrounded by other people doing the same thing. And I did not make a total fool of myself.
I have never run an inch in my life (except under duress), let alone 26.2 miles, but I have decided to do this most insane thing. I've signed up with AIDS Project LA, which promises to train you -- even...