April 5, 2013

Why Running a Marathon is like Child Birth

It's Friday, yay!

I quit that place wrote this out months ago, and decided today was the day to publish.

I apologize to those of you reading who have never:

A. Ran a marathon, or
B. Given birth

Hopefully you won't hate on me too much for not catering to the masses, but recently on a long run I couldn't help but notice the many similarities between these two very monumental events.  Let's discuss.

Why Running a Marathon is like Child Birth

1.  After "the event," you swear you are never, ever, EVER doing that again.

2.  At the beginning, you're excited/nervous/giddy/nervous/hopeful/scared shitless

3.  Halfway through, you are tired, thirsty, and wondering how in the hell you're going to finish.

4.  The day after, you are really, really sore.

5.  A few months/years later when you see your friends having babies/running marathons, you start to think.... hmmm, maybe just ONE more.....

6.  At the very end, there's lots of crying, screaming, and people telling you over and over that "You can do it!"

7.  You plan for "the event" for MONTHS and try to strategize for every possible scenario that could go wrong.

8.  After you cross that finish line (in the case of child birth, this is obviously metaphorical) you are absolutely over the moon happy.

9.  You hold onto your baby/medal and never want to let go.

10. You absolutely want to murder the person who got you into this predicament.

Given birth?  Ran a marathon?  Which one's easier? :)


  1. As someone who hasn't given birth, I still found this hilarious!!! That's crazy the number of similarities you came up with. ;)

    1. Haha, thank you! I clearly have too much time on my hands :)