I run a LOT. I don't push myself when I run. I run for relaxation. I'd probably have every anxiety disorder on the planet if I stopped. As it is, I'm pretty stable. Running works out the kinks in my life. I don't run for speed. I recently (3 weeks ago) ran my third marathon in 4:23:57. That's not fast, but it IS a 10:05 pace (so, not like walking or anything). I only sweated under my arms, and in the shirt I was wearing, you couldn't tell. I look alarmingly fresh in the pics I took afterward with my family. ALSO, I used to be a mini-fat. My marathon times as a fat were 5:25 and 5:42. Going that slowly, at a fall marathon-- I didn't sweat then either, even with 45 more pounds than I carry now. I believe she did it. Her pace is slow enough to sound realistic. However, it makes me angry. I feel like her achievement diminishes mine, because we are both "marathon runners." I don't respect people anymore just because they've finished a marathon. I need more details before I consider it a significant achievement.