The night before the marathon I am staying at the apartment of a woman I don’t recognize. She doesn’t want to make pasta but offers some kind of cold rice salad instead. We eat in her kitchen which is sea-green and beige, at a round table. The whole apartment is very dark even during the day.
She has a cat with brown and black spots who sheds EVERYWHERE and is very confused when I get up at 5AM.
The only thing I remember about the race itself was that I felt something bad was going to happen at mile 14.