Somehow we finished the Indianapolis Marathon Relay.
I had set an ambitious goal to run my 5-mile leg at a 9:00 pace, a full minute faster than pre-pregnant me ran on a good day.
After a strong start at speed training, weather, work, illness, and sloth derailed at least half of my planned runs, yet my goal remained to run at a 9:00 pace.
Then it really began. A couple of weeks before the race, Sheena hurt her back, then Daniel’s research demanded 12-hour days, and oh, Sheena’s shingles flared up after a decade of dormancy. Off in DC, Joy was battling a cold. All the while I was barely getting in two runs a week, none close to a 9:00 pace.
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