I posted a couple of months ago about signing up for my first half marathon... and I ran it last week. About 2 hours, 20 minutes... didn't stop running the entire time. I'd like to say that two hours later I was out on the town wearing high heels like Katie Holmes, but that would be a lie: I was passed out in bed.
Here's me about 8 or 9 miles in:
And afterward... this was taken shortly after I kissed the ground, I believe, and my daughter promptly plopped down into my tired, sore lap:
I think that running a half marathon is like getting married. While at the reception, people congratulate you on the wedding... and then promptly ask you when you're having kids. It was only a few hours after the HM before I got my first "So - that was nice and all, but... are you going to run a full marathon now?".
 I am not counting the 5 seconds at each of 5 water stops where I walked long enough to chug my cup of water, a strategy I chose after running through the first water stop and nearly choking.  Achy  Insert another form of pained adjective  Because you know, anybody can go run 13.1 miles, that's practically wuss-ville, but it's only the real runners who run 26.2  Knowing full well that the day I finish my first full marathon, I am going to be asked if I'm going to sign up for an ultra.
There's a star trek marathon on this week. And Jared got to watch a few minutes of it with us because, hell, it was the last night before his first day of kindergarten, he was obviously freaked out and needy as hell, and hey we'd already been successful indoctrinating him with Star Wars, why not introduce him to another childhood favorite?
 aka the borg cube.  As a testament to how I Am So Not The Same Person I Was Two Years Ago, when my husband first said that, I was imagining people running a marathon wearing star trek uniforms...  I actually said to Jared "This was one of mommy's favorite shows to watch when she was a kid", to which David harrrumphed and said "Daddy wasn't exactly a kid when he was watching it while it was on the air..."  Sucks to be so oooooold, eh?