When I was pregnant with my first child, Jake, I ran a few 5Ks, including a very slippery and icy 5K walk the day before I had him. I like to kid that I walked him out. My homegirl, Tara, who was also pregnant at the time, accompanied me on that three mile trek through the hills of Litchfield. At each of those 5Ks, I scribbled, “+1″ on my racing bib- I was running for two! It wasn’t until I ran my half marathons as a Mom, that I wrote, “Jake’s Mom” on my racing bib, and, this weekend, for the first time ever, “Jake and Olivia’s Mom.” I’ve talked about this before, but Mom Miles are different than regular miles. Mom Miles are like dog years- you just have to multiply them. For every mile run as a mother, I swear, it’s like running two. It’s harder to find the time to train for a race, your chances of getting sick along the way and derailing your training are quadrupled (thank you, tiny child germ carriers), and let’s be honest here- Motherhood invokes an entirely new level of exhaustion. Like WOAH exhaustion.