It’s been six weeks and two days since my half-marathon.

For those mommies out there that are familiar with the {6-week check up} after you give birth, I had my “six week” the other night while doing my workout.

I was reminded that yes, six weeks ago I was exhausted. And sore. And thinking, “I never want to do that again!”

But as I tied up my shoes, especially the left one with the timing tag still intact, donned my Brooks dri-fit race shirt, listened to the same playlist on my little silver iPod, and remembered the feeling of being out there on the cup-littered Vegas Strip, I realized that it’s time.

I gave myself a break over the holidays and enjoyed {way too many} sweets, pot lucks, cocktails and comfort foods. I nursed a problematic left ankle and iced my knee. I visited my medal from time to time and realized that it wasn’t a dream ~ I really did it. 13.1 miles. I did it.

But it’s easy to fall out of the routine and not have anything on the books to reach for. I’d gotten so caught up in the holidays with my 2010 goal behind me and it was HARD to get back to business.

But it’s time.

It’s time for me to sign up for some 5 or 10Ks and get the momentum going for another half-marathon.

I’ve forgotten the pain. The blood. The sweat. The tears. And I’m ready.

I’ve had six weeks off and now…it’s time.