Way back in October a marathon sounded like a wonderful idea. In January, it sounded like a great way to lose my pregnancy weight. When I got the “Only six weeks til race day” email, things started to change. I distinctly remember looking at my then 2 month old and saying, “I should have done the half.” Now, my tenth marathon is just 12 days away and I can safely say, I’m already praying to the marathon gods for forgiveness…

On race day, my little dude will be 3 days past 4 months old. No, I didn’t run while I was pregnant-the little guy didn’t appreciate the jostling. Yes, I got lucky with a fairly uncomplicated just under 26-hour labor. No, I didn’t start running immediately-I took a couple of weeks off, I just walking. Yes, I have an awesome baby who is “go with the flow” and likes napping in his jogging stroller. But no, no I didn’t prepare like I needed too. I can blame it on the weather—rainiest spring EVER! I can blame it on it being really hard to find time between breastfeeding sessions every 2, maybe 2 1/2 hours. But really, let’s be honest, I could have made it work but I didn’t. Now, I just have to hope my body remembers how to do it and the Marathon Gods don’t take this as a personal affront.