So here we were at Mile 7 a little over half way done . (Im not sure why I couldnt fit this mile marker all in one pictue)
Wed been on the course close to 2 hours. Liz was really hoping to finish in under 3 hours. In other words, it was time to get serious.

So Liz took the lead and headed over to the grass so we could really run (the road was rather crowded.) I followed behind for a bit and then I remembered I really dont like running on the grass. (Some of you may be getting the impression that I just really dont like running.

) Anyway, the grass is pretty uneven and sometimes hurts my knees and ankles a bit. So I headed back to the road which slowed me down because I had to people dodge. I saw Liz fading farther into the distance and I made a decision. I would let her go. Wed talked before the race about how I knew she could do this faster than me and I didnt want to hold her back. I assured her I wouldnt mind one little bit if she left me behind. She really wanted to get through the Magic Kingdom with me and we decided then wed see what happened. Well what happened was I sneakily let her go ahead. She really did think I was right behind her. I figured she would be better off running this part of the race on her own at her pace. Chances were good she could still make it in under three hours. Plus, with Liz racing ahead I could just relax and enjoy. (Though I have to confess Id been pretty relaxed all along

.)
I guess now is a good as time as any to explain my racing philosophy. (I suspect some of you may have figured it out already.) I really do train for my races. My last long training run was 11 miles and I did it in around 11:30 minute miles. When Im training I try pretty hard to push myself and take seriously the task ahead. Race days are a whole other ballgame.

Especially Disney Race Days. I train because I want to be confident that I can finish. I dont want to have to worry about sweepers picking me up or questioning whether I can make it to the end. I train so that I can have fun. For me my finish time on race day is pretty far down my list of priorities. Im all about stopping and smelling the roses.

(And Im sure youve noticed I do a lot of stopping.) Now this is a race philosophy that is tough for some fellow runners to wrap their head around. My DH didnt get it until he actually ran the
Disneyland Half with me. (Though Id explained it beforehand.) And I dont think Liz really understood it either until she ran with me. It takes a certain kind of person to have this race philosophy. It takes a person without a competitive drive and a person who frankly doesnt have the desire to test his or her limits. Right or wrong I cant say Im going for my best on race day. Im just going for a good time.

And I must say a good time it was. Despite the freezing rain and crowded roads I was having a fabulous time.

I ran by the Grand Floridian and who did I see.
I bet Mary was glad she had that parasol in this weather.

Now I didnt stop. Despite my racing philosophy so eloquently outlined above I was feeling like I should maybe pick up the pace a bit. So I kept running. But then I saw them. A pair there was no way I was passing up. Here they are
Dont they look adorable?

(Mickey and Donald, not me.) Ive never seen these outfits. I love them. And check out that golf cart. Cutest golf cart ever! The line was a bit long for these two and while I waited I chatted with some fellow Marylanders. Runners are the friendliest people and Disney Runners are the most friendliest (yes I know that is completely grammatically incorrect.)
After saying goodbye to Mickey and Donald I headed towards Mile 8
Then I was upon Mile 9. (Im speeding up!

)
Then I hit Mile 10.
Check it out. I actually ran an 11:30 mile.

I guess I must have been feeling focused.
Well the focus went away rather quickly. Look who I found.
Im actually trying to look tough.
I hit mile 11 (and you can see Ive reverted back to my smelling the roses pace.)
I was actually showing Michael (my 5 year old) the pictures of the race and he was explaining to me that if he was running he would try to go a bit faster. He said, I think those characters make people lose focus. He told me he is not going to stop for the characters when he runs the race. Then he said, Well maybe Ill only stop for 5 of them. He has a little bit of his Mama in him after all.
