DAY 4:
At 2:30, we got a mysterious phone call. Apparently Mickey wanted us to get out of bed to help contain Stitch. Or something like that. I don’t know, because MataMata answered the phone, and didn’t really pay attention to the call at all. Poor mickey.
Anyway, we got up and, after kicking the invisible people out of our running gear, suited up for what was sure to be the most magical (if not the happiest) half marathon on the face of the USA (USA… aaah, can’t…stop….random…chanting…..). For those of you wondering why this wouldn’t be the happiest half marathon on the continent, I’ll explain: Disney World IS NOT the happiest place on earth. I guarantee it. So all those ‘happiest x’ or ‘happiest y’ things don’t apply. The happiest place is DisneyLAND. I know, because I’ve been there and felt it. The most MAGICAL place is Disney WORLD. That’s the difference. It has nothing to do with location, and everything to do with advertising slogans. So, now that that’s straightened out…
At 2:30, we got a mysterious phone call. Apparently Mickey wanted us to get out of bed to help contain Stitch. Or something like that. I don’t know, because MataMata answered the phone, and didn’t really pay attention to the call at all. Poor mickey.
Anyway, we got up and, after kicking the invisible people out of our running gear, suited up for what was sure to be the most magical (if not the happiest) half marathon on the face of the USA (USA… aaah, can’t…stop….random…chanting…..). For those of you wondering why this wouldn’t be the happiest half marathon on the continent, I’ll explain: Disney World IS NOT the happiest place on earth. I guarantee it. So all those ‘happiest x’ or ‘happiest y’ things don’t apply. The happiest place is DisneyLAND. I know, because I’ve been there and felt it. The most MAGICAL place is Disney WORLD. That’s the difference. It has nothing to do with location, and everything to do with advertising slogans. So, now that that’s straightened out…



