Shhhh...another marathon.

I haven't told anyone yet, but I'm running another marathon. It's this beautiful secret I'm keeping close to my heart (and legs). I feel a little healthier and stronger because of it.
I have run marathons before. The first two I did were much heralded and I invited anyone and everyone to come and cheer me on. T-shirts were made, bumper stickers purchased, photos taken. I think those marathons were (more than) a little ego driven and truly ended up being more pressure come race day (couldn't disappoint anyone!)
When I last ran marathons, I had not yet even thought about having a 2nd child (uh--that would be 4 years ago). So why now? I'm older, I'm less fit, I have less time, and it will certainly be difficult. But I registered. Already. Way in advance. I want to hold myself accountable for it.
I want to run this one for me---not for my friends or parents or to prove to other people that I can do something physically difficult. Just me. It's a bit of shiny selfish super secret. Feels good.