Day 3: Sunday, June 8 - WALT DISNEY WORLD MARATHON! To the Finish Line!
After passing the Boardwalk, we crossed the bridge near the Swan and Dolphin:
The course took us past the Yacht & Beach Club Resorts and the International Gateway, and we entered Epcot through a CM-only area in England. I remember wanting to run here, but not being able to – everyone in front of me was walking and I couldn’t squeeze through.
Eventually I reached Mile Marker 25 in France!
Marie was out, but I didn’t stop to say hi.
After taking the above picture, I turned the camera off and told myself,
This is it. You’re going to finish this thing. Run it in! My strategy – if you could call it that - all race long had been to run to the mile markers, take a picture, and then walk for a minute or so (also walking through the water stops and waiting for any character photos I wanted ), so by now I had walked to, I think, Morocco. I began to run, but only made it 2 or 3 steps before I pulled up lame. Throughout the race, I’d occasionally been feeling a small amount of pain in my knees, back and butt. I don’t think I mentioned it much in previous posts because it really wasn’t that bad, and if it did irk me enough, I’d slap some Biofreeze on the affected area and be fine a few minutes later. Really, up to this point, I’d been thrilled with how good I felt. But trying to run those first few steps in the 26th mile, I felt like I had majorly injured, of all places, the left side of my butt.
Oh my god, I’ve actually torn my left @#$ muscle, I thought. Nothing was actually torn, but that’s what it felt like at first. It was more like a spasm or something. I limped a few steps and after a few more spasms it eventually felt better, so using my Garmin, I began alternating run and walk intervals (run 0.1 miles/walk 0.05 miles) to get myself through the World Showcase. During the walk breaks I was rubbing my butt and surely giving those around me a good laugh.

Oh well, I had to do what I had to do.
During my hobbling, I passed Jasmine in Morocco, Snow White in Germany, Mushu in China, and Panchito again in Mexico. I didn’t stop for any of them…I’d met them all before and at this point I was sort of bummed about how I was feeling and just wanted to finish.
I am really, really thankful that the spectator support was so great here. I mean, people were taking a minute out of their vacation to cheer us runners on (“Shannon, you look great!” LIES, ALL LIES!!

. How cool is that?! It was wonderful and helped me so much during that last mile.
Upon leaving the World Showcase we were back at the tree (whoops, I cut off the angel):
We left Epcot, and before I knew it, there was a gospel choir to my right…
…and Mile Marker 26 to my left!
In the grand scheme of things, 0.2 miles is not a long way to run, but I was expecting it to take forever since it was right at the end of the race. So I was very surprised to round the corner and, what felt like seconds later, see the finish line.
I started to cry a bit at this point. The whole moment was completely overwhelming. I was simultaneously proud of myself and in disbelief that I was actually going to finish...thrilled to be done, yet sad that the experience was over. But most of all I remember thinking “I wish that Will was here.” We’re both still sad that he wasn’t.

Geez, I’m getting choked up again just writing this out! What a baby.
Anyway, back at the Magnolia Golf Course, Donald and Goofy had evidently stolen Mickey’s golf cart and changed into their track gear to greet me at the finish…it would have been rude not to stop for a photo. You can see in the picture that any sadness I’d been feeling had quickly disappeared. I was completely thrilled and grinning like a fool. This picture ties with the villains picture from earlier that day as my favorite from the race.
And here’s my third and final video from the race, which definitely shows my devotion to getting character photos. In the beginning of the video, I’m getting the above picture taken. I then check my camera to make sure that the picture came out okay – priorities, people!

- then practically skip across the finish line, stupidly raising my arms in triumph. This all happens in the first 10-15 seconds of the video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytuldMh2mrg
Another neat thing about the video is that you can see the winner of the wheelchair – push rim division crossing the finish line as well!

I remember seeing race officials unrolling the tape for her to cross but it didn’t occur to me why they were doing that until later.
So anyway, like I said, I crossed the finish line, where I started to cry again…and I am not a crier.
But I am a marathoner!
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