When I got down on my hands and knees and begged God toinduce me spiritually, I knew my tolerance for pregnancy had ended. I stoppedmy two mile run within my first 6 weeks as a consequence of projectile vomitingall along Peachtree Street. Amber Miller ran 26 miles and then delivered ababy. When I was 39 weeks pregnant I had to rock myself back and forth to gainenough momentum to get out of bed. I crawled to my midwife and begged forinduction—you just can’t fake that kind of misery. And to imagine running? Waddlingswiftly was a stretch. Every woman congratulates you, envies you, and scornsyou for making pregnancy look like a cake walk. How did you hold your bladder that long?