Long-Distance Running and Childbirth: A Comparison Only a Man Would Attempt
(Or: Don’t worry, I’m not going there — but also, maybe I am.)
Let’s get the disclaimer in early. I’ve never given birth. I’ve watched it happen (twice), but I’m not about to claim that running a half marathon is like childbirth. That way lies danger, disbelief, and the kind of silence that only comes when someone is deciding whether to hit you with a shoe.
But — and hear me out — there are some similarities. At least from the outside.
Let’s begin.
1. The idea seems fine at the start
You sign up full of hope. There’s a vague understanding that it’ll be tough, but people do it all the time, right? How bad can it be?
You Google a few things, buy new gear, tell everyone you’re doing it. They smile in a way that’s either supportive or pitying — hard to tell.
2. The middle bit is grim
You hit the part where you realise this is no longer theoretical. It hurts. Everything hurts. You’ve lost track of time. You’re sweating, swearing, and seriously questioning your decision-making.
In childbirth they call this the transition stage. In running, it’s mile 9.
3. People say weirdly unhelpful things
“You’re nearly there!” (You’re not.)
“You’ll forget all this once it’s over!” (Will I?)
“You’ll feel amazing afterwards!” (Unlikely, unless someone carries me to the car and brings me snacks.)
4. The breathing techniques help a bit — until they don’t
You start with control. Measured, focused, in charge. Then at some point, it becomes open-mouthed panting while trying not to cry in public.
5. No one can do it for you
People can cheer you on. They can offer water, encouragement, and snacks. But no one can run those miles (or push that baby) for you. It’s your job. You, alone, must get through this. Even if you’re shouting “never again” as you go.
6. The pain has purpose
It’s not just suffering for suffering’s sake. You’re doing something that matters. You’re bringing something into the world — a baby, yes, or in our case, a better school environment for our kids.
Every hill climbed, every mile covered, every stitch endured is in service of something bigger than yourself. That’s worth a few blisters.
7. Afterwards, you forget how bad it was — and consider doing it again
This is perhaps the most alarming similarity of all.
You swear blind it was the worst experience of your life. You limp for days. You say, never again.
And yet… the next time someone suggests it, you find yourself saying “Well, maybe just one more…”
No, running isn’t childbirth. But it’s one of the few things where people willingly go through something awful — and then look back on it with pride.
Especially when it raises money for something that really matters.
So please support our SOCS runners. We’re giving it everything we’ve got. And there’s not even gas and air at the finish line.