So as we passed Mile 6 Liz started talking about getting serious. I started nodding my head in agreement (though I wasn’t feeling it in my heart
). We ran by the train and since we were trying to be serious we didn’t stop for a picture.
We continued into backstage and passed by a couple of floats. Again we were serious runners now so no stopping. And then we saw them.
Captain Jack and his pirate friends.
It was over. All thoughts of serious running were long gone. We made sure there were still some folks behind us in the race.
We hopped in what was a fairly long line of sweaty women. For some reason there weren’t very many men in the line.
Go figure. Look at these cute running skirts. I think I may get one for next year.
Liz and I immediately started discussing who got to stand by Jack. I knew I should cede the spot because I had claimed the Prince earlier. But come on. This was Captain Jack Sparrow and we all know that pirates trump princes any day of the week. Our diplomatic hero Liz suggested we each take a side.
Why hadn’t I thought of that? So when our turn was over we ran to meet them. (Jack can get me running.
) And we got this classic.
I do think Captain Jack liked me best
, but something screwy is going on with Liz. What is that Pirate up to?
So after our Pirate encounter we had a new burst of energy and headed out. While still backstage we went through a water stop staffed with a great group of volunteers. At this point I have to give a huge shout out to all of the fabulous volunteers that staffed the race. The weather was miserable for us runners, but I’m sure it was doubly miserable for the volunteers. At least we were moving. A big enough thank you can not be said to all those that stood out in the wet, cold weather for hours so we could participate in this event. Those volunteers are heroes.
Speaking of heroes this is the point when one of my favorite moments of the race happened. We were running through the water stop and I looked to my right and noticed one of those really cute 19 year old sweet young things volunteering.
You know who I’m talking about. That young, beautiful girl that looked adorable out there in the freezing cold and we all secretly dream that is what we were like in our other life. (Well at least I do.) We all have wanted to be that girl at one time or another. And I’m sure some of you either were or are still that girl. Anyway, that girl looks at me and yells, “Jenny you are my hero.” I don’t think I had a happier moment the entire race! Me the hero of that girl I always wanted to be.
On one level I know she was just being nice and cheering us on. But I like the version where I am somebody’s hero. Just makes me feel good.
So after my hero moment I was actually with Liz that maybe we should get our behinds moving. So we headed out of the backstage area to a stretch of road and we were actually running. We were coming up on Mile 7 when we spotted a real hero. This is where we met Sandy. Now, we had passed her earlier in the race and then she had passed us during our Magic Kingdom dawdling. We had noted her WISH shirt. This time when we passed her I asked her screen name and we discovered it was Sandy who we “knew” from the Boards. We knew she’d been swept the year before and was out there trying again. We told her she was good on time and she was looking good too. Then we snapped a picture and wished her luck.
As we ran away Liz and I mentioned we really hoped she finished. Did she? She sure did.
She has a great story as the last finisher to cross the line. The announcer called her name and the crowd gave her a standing ovation. She epitomizes the WISH motto Dead Last Finish is better than Did Not Finish is better than Did Not Start. It was truly courageous of her to get out there last year. It was even more courageous to come back this year after having been swept. And it was most courageous to keep on going even when she knew there was no one behind her. Sandy, you are my hero!