It's hard for me to believe that 16 months ago I finished Ironman New Zealand, when two days ago I considered it an achievement that I was able to keep up with my two-year-old dog on a five mile run. It's been a bit depressing trying to achieve even a modicum of fitness in the post-baby world I've entered, but it's getting a bit old to continue chalking up my frightening physical condition to the new baby, when seven months old isn't really so very new... My pregnancy attitude of, "If the milkshake makes me happy, I'm going to have it, no guilt" is starting to haunt me. Did I really need to split a whole tray of brownies with my husband Ryan that night? And the following night as well? So, today when I got an email from my friend Dennise saying that she's going to be doing the Nike Women's Marathon in SF in October, I decided to sign up. I've done two marathons - SF in 1996 and Chicago in 2000 - so I thought that the only reason I would do another would be to achieve a particular time goal (for me, that goal is 3:45). Now, I think that just running the marathon faster than my slowest time to date (4:30) would be a big accomplishment.
