Crazy

So, I've signed up for another marathon.

By signed up, I don't mean literally paid my money, of course. I mean, I've checked with partner to make sure the date is good, I've made sure I'm not preaching that weekend, I've talked to my two running buddies and they're IN.

I am freaking out a little bit. The last marathon I did was wonderful and amazing and an awesome, life-giving experience. I also spent a week or so with bags of ice somewhere near my knees and with those drugstore Ace bandages on, limping around Disney World, holding on to the stroller like a old-lady walker.

It took me six hours to finish the last time. Part of this was because I was pregnant (with wee little J, and had no idea), and part of it was because I did not train so well...in fact, I'd say I trained minimally for the marathon, if there is such a thing, and paid the price. Oh and part of it was because I had overhydrated for the heat and had to pee seventy-five or so times. I wish I would have stopped my watch for the portapotty stops to have a non-pee-break time, but I digress.

So I keep testing myself to make sure this is what I want to do. All the signs seem to be in my favor this time for a non-embarasssing finish time....I'm neither pregnant nor nursing, I'm training much more than minimally, my running partner is motivating and fast (and I try to keep up with her so I won't be humiliated), and I just ran a half with a smokin' (for me) time of 2:12.

I want to do this...I really, really do. So, here we go again!