During all my training for the Wine and Dine half marathon, my ipod had been my trusted best friend. Even on the days I dubiously left my cell phone at home I always had my ipod with me. A girl has to have priorities right? I had never run or walked a step in training in which my ipod wasn't in my ear, and the Nike+ wasn't tracking my results. At the beginning of the race I had my old ipod nano fully charged, tuned to my specially made playlist, Nike+ sensor in place placed securely in my skirt pocket ready to go.
But when it was time to start I made a decision, quite shocking to me, but at that moment it just felt right.
I was going to do this without the ipod. Usually I derive a lot of inspiration from my music. I tend to play things that make me want to dance and move, things I can sing along with. My playlist was filled with lots of Brittany Spears, Prince and Katy Perry. I had the songs "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi and "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus for when I needed an extra push, and my favorite Zumba music to get my feet going. Waiting there. Ready to go.
I never clicked play.
I tucked my ipod back into my pocket and set out to fully experience my 13.1 miles with my own thoughts to keep me going. I had been averaging 17 min. miles in training, and knew if I was going to do this I was going to need every possible second. Much as I would have loved to, I knew I wasn't going to be able to take time to snap photos with the characters along the way, or heck even use a bathroom. If I couldn't experience those moments, I wanted to experience what I could from this race. The sights, the sounds, the other people - everything I could. Those 13.1 miles laying before me had become so meaningful, a symbol of everything I'd told myself I wasn't capable of doing. I wanted to enjoy every moment of every mile I was able to finish. I didn't think I could do that with my ipod in my ear.
So less than a mile into the race, I was on my own. The first part of the race was pretty dull. Below is a copy of the course map, with the miles marked on it.
As you can see the first three miles were just out on one of Disney's highways. Probably the most entertaining part of this was that when all the back of the packers were headed down towards the Animal Kingdom, we could see the wheelchair division and the really fast runners heading back towards us on the other side of the road. We were all sure to give big cheers for them. Along the way Disney was providing a bit of entertainment. There were some characters out and about, and in the middle of the divided highway they had Spectromagic floats all lite up with dancing characters and bands playing. Fun! I would have loved to have stopped, but I kept plugging away. I kept going with my intervals, occasionally chatting with other participants - all of whom were just wonderful and encouraging. My one surprise was how much of this area was uphill. I had been expecting Florida - flat, but this stretch of the road had quite a bit of a grade to it. Nothing like at home, but more than I was expecting.
I was feeling good. I was keeping my pace, and knew there was still a large number of people behind me. I was happy though when we arrived at the Animal Kingdom at mile 3. There was a bit more to see. I ran into one of the girls from my friend's Team in Training group as we entered the park and we ended up keeping each other company for a few miles. It was odd though being in the AK at night. Part of the run when through some backstage areas which was kind of cool. Here's a close up of the AK part of the course. Sorry it's not the clearest. I couldn't find a better image.
Of course heading into the parks you also had to deal with the photographers that were out. I apologize in advance for all these horrid pictures of me from the race! Eek!
I just had to buy the entire disk afterwards though. During a running interval -
I wasn't really paying much attention to what was going on behind me during the race, but after leaving the AK I was getting an antsy feeling that it was sounding much quieter behind me than it had been. At about mile 6 I could here people at the relay transfer spot (which I had already passed) looking for, and cheering for the final 1st leg relay runner to cross the line. That runner turned out to be one of the couple I had met leaving the Beach Club earlier. I'm happy to say both him and his partner both crossed in time!
The miles between the AK and MGM were some of the most dull, and it was getting much rougher keeping going. I could feel my pace beginning to slag a bit. Miles 6 to 8 backtracked along the highway before turning back yet again. Not terribly exciting, and rough when you can see people coming back at you just on the other side of a rope barrier. (The area on the map right before you hit mile marker 8). It would have been really nice to just scoot under the rope and ignore the entire loop, but I was good and followed the entire thing. (Good thing too, they have a scanner right at the end of it to be sure that you actually cover the entire loop. At about 7.5 miles in I got a text from my BFF telling me she had been picked up for falling too far behind and was being taken to the finish line. A bit of panic was beginning to set in. As I looped around towards mile marker 8 I was becoming quickly aware that there was practically no one behind me any longer. There were a few, but not many. The rest had all been picked up for being falling behind.
Right after mile 8 two girls came up behind me with balloons tied around their waits. The pacers. The race staff that was around and the cops pedaling around on bikes told us we'd be fine if we kept up with the girls with the balloons. I was trying, believe me, but I was getting so tired. I had picked up a pebble and could feel it floating around under the ball of my left foot. It wasn't horrible, but it was irritating, and I knew I didn't have enough time to stop and empty my shoe. I also would have given anything at that moment for a restroom. I was wearing out, and the two girls were getting a bit further ahead of me.
The mile 8 was horrible for me. I could feel my body feeling more and more exhausted. Most of that mile was going uphill. It was around midnight I'd guess, and the thought of 5 more miles was daunting. Plus, there was a clif shot stop during that mile. I had been training with them for energy, but I had only used the citrus flavored ones. They were giving out a different flavor, but I figured I'd be fine. Wrong. I had eaten about half the package when I started feeling sick as a dog. It was awful. I tossed out the rest of the package, and tried to ignore my now rolling stomach. As I was getting closer to the mile 9 marker the cops and staff told us that mile 9 was a hard cut. We had so many minutes to make it to the mile marker or we'd be taken off the course.
Up ahead of me, I could see a big old coach waiting to cart people off to the finish line.
I'll be honest. That bus was looking pretty good.
No, that bus was beyond looking good. That bus wouldn't have looked better if they told me that it was filled with ice cream sundaes and Captain Jack Sparrow waiting to rub my poor feet. Nope that bus had cushy seats, air conditioning and a bathroom. It looked like heaven to my poor exhausted eyes. I tried to run a bit to get caught up to the mile marker. I didn't get far before I had to slow to a walk again. My legs didn't want to listen. With mile marker 9 just in front of me, and the clock ticking, a big part of me just wanted to take that bus back to the finish line, wanted to sit down, wanted to take that pebble out of my shoe, wanted to end this madness.
I kept moving, just looking at that line in front of me, It actually looked like a mini-finish line, trying to make a decision on what I really wanted to do. The bus or the finish line. In that moment I knew I had to try. They could pull me off the course if need be, but I'd go down trying to finish with whatever energy I could muster up. I took a few deep breathes and started to run again, determined to cross that line somehow. Somehow I made it. I crossed the line and headed towards MGM, looking at the bus parked along side of the road waiting to cart people off to the finish line. It wasn't for me though. I didn't let myself give up for once. I didn't know how I was going to keep time for the last 4.1 miles, but they weren't getting me at mile 9.