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Saturday, January 6th
3:00-3:03am. The alarm is ringing, the phone is ringing, the cell phone is ringing... hey, I wasn't taking any chances on oversleeping
I have a quick, one-sided phone conversation with Mickey and Stitch, and head for the balcony.
Outside, it is pitch black. The street lights at SSR are set to dim. It is gloriously quiet, and a very comfortable 70 degrees. Whoa, wait a minute! 70 degrees at 3am?! We're in for a hot one...
Glancing back in the room I see that Kyle is awake and out of bed in record time. Impressive! Note to self, run half-marathons more often.
rolleyes: )
Our race clothes, our peanut butter bagles and our orange juice were all waiting for us, so we were out the door by about 3:40. After walking to the Springs to catch the marathon bus, we found out that we were should have walked to Congress Park. Let me just say, it's not easy to find out this information at 3:45 in the morning, when the only person around - anywhere - is the cleaning dude (who, if I'm not mistaken, is not even a cast member anymore. But I digress...)
Back over at the Congress Park bus stop, and we are greeted by a Mears attendant as well as several other bright-eyed runners. The day is finally here!
At the Epcot parking lot, I'm amazed at the number of people pouring off of bus after bus. We are corralled into the staging area, where we find merchandise stands, bag-check stands, water stations, live music.... and at least half as many portapotties as we find at Riverfest in Cincinnati, all lined up as far as the eye can see. We head for the Wave C waiting area and find a good seat.
Time passed quickly, we had a couple small glasses of water, and made a few trips to the bathroom to be sure and start on Empty
About 10 minutes after Wave B made their way to the starting line, we headed that direction. We had actually split Waves B2 and C on our registration, so we wanted to try and start towards the front of C. Not that it mattered much...
We walked a ways to the starting line, and watched the official race start, as well as the next wave starts. It was really nice, including characters, music and fireworks for all 3 waves! At Disney, they even care about us slow-pokes!
The race was much cooler, obviously, than our long runs in West Chester, Ohio. Every couple of miles there were steel drum bands, high school marching bands, choirs, DJs with seriously loud speakers, etc. It might have even been fun!
Unfortunately, you'll have to take my word for it. Boy, do disposable cameras not take very good pictures while on the run in the dark. Who would have known?
I'll bet you can't tell which pictures were taken with which camera! 

The first couple of miles felt downright bad. My knee was a bit achy (don't ask, apparently it's broken. No joke, but whatever), it was hot and I was really drowsy from the Percocet I might have taken to mask the pain.
It was also just a really boring run, minus the 'entertainment' along the sides of the road. Not to mention the fact that there were so many people you had to hang back so slow and then really pick up the speed when you were finally given an opportunity to weave between people with a bit wider lanes. Can you tell it was my first big road race? No amount of verbal preparation can paint a picture of what this is actually like, until you're trying to keep a particular pace in between hundreds of people trying to keep their own paces. Ugh! We eventually got quite good at splitting up for short distances, weaving through people, finding a good open space and reuniting several yards up the road.
At about mile 5, we were running by the Contemporary and into much more exciting territory! We entered the MK through a private gate, and headed up main street! At this point, there were lots of spectators, lots of music ... and of course Cinderella's Castle up ahead! Just past the hub we ran through Tomorrowland and into Fantasyland. After passing through the castle, we saw all of the dwarfs! I have waited for ages to get this picture, and nobody was stopping... what an opportunity! Of course, as we tried to get the photo they started taking the dwarfs away. And Kyle literally almost got knocked over by a dude running backwards. I promise you, I'm telling the truth. I'll keep the picture in the bunch for your enjoyment
From a running standpoint, these miles felt great! For several in a row we kept 11-13 minute pace. My legs, lungs, chest, etc were all feeling great! At mile 7 we knew it was all downhill from here! Only not literally, unfortunately
We finished the MK portion by running through Fronteirland and into a production area where we saw lots of the Disney Dreams Come True floats! This was by far my favorite part of the race course.
After the Magic Kingdom was another INCREDIBLY boring set of miles. I had stopped briefly at a portapotty before leaving this area, and then I was DONE! I swear, I went from being at "the top of my game" to being absolutely beat in that instant. We were really not much more than halfway done yet. From my previous long runs, I knew that this wasn't a physical phenomenon... I had run much longer than this with a much better outcome. Emotionally though, I was just drained! I wanted nothing to do with the rest of the race. Tough luck, I was told, as we pressed on. Of course there were no spectators, no music and nothing fun to look at for about half a mile, and I swear I came embarrassingly close to sitting on the side of the road and calling a cab to take me back to the Magic Kingdom!
We cruised by the Grand Floridian and then spotted the MK Speedway. Hey, we passed this on the other side not all that long ago! There was my motivation! I knew by the numbers we were more than halfway done, but this was the point that the horse "saw the stable" so to speak. We picked up the pace again, and headed down that stupid, desolate road.
From an entertainment standpoint, miles 8-12 stink. Period. I swear, it felt as boring as all my out and back runs on Kyle's Station. But the worst of it is this -- that STUPID ramp just after the mile 10 marker. My training here was done on hills. Big hills. The hill itself wasn't all that rough on our legs, but it was such a downer! We felt so good seeing that mile 10 sign.... just over 3 miles left. "It's just a short run around the triangle!" Kyle said, referencing our favorite 3-mile route at home. But it didn't matter. The ramp meant running around in a circle instead of in a straight line towards my beautiful destination, Spaceship Earth. I could SEE the stupid weanie and I was running in a circle for a while before making my way there. Not a brilliant decision, if you ask me!
Anyway, from the top of that ramp until the finish line there are more spectators than I would have ever imagined. Through a side entrance of Epcot, a loop around future world and along the home stretch back to the parking lot, there were hundreds of screaming "fans", lots of characters, tons of photographers, announcers, and so much spirit that we could have finished that mile stronger than any we had ever run before. You know, if it weren't for all the characters and photographers we had to stop and see
We finally sprinted from World Showcase Lagoon, under Spaceship Earth and out of the park to the Finish! We got our mylars (which, ironically, I desperately needed for some serious chills that hit at about mile 12... even though I had spent the first mile ripping on the fact that they even offered them for the half
), we got our medals
banana: ) and we stocked up on the goodies that were waiting for us (bottled water, oranges, blueberry muffins of some sort, Clif bars, etc). Somehow, I was famished, even though I usually can't stomach a bite after a workout. Whatever, it was the best free munchies I had ever had!
Immediately after crossing through this mess my cell phone rang. Apparently my mom and sister had been "watching" the last half of the race online, and wanted us to have someone "greet us" at the finish line since they couldn't be there in person.
We recounted a bit of the race to her, assured her that our pace was fantastic (for us), and told her we'd talk more later when things had calmed down. Apparently our pace on the live results page is calculated off of total time instead of chip time, and my mom was terrified to call for fear that I would be beating myself up for the pace that had been listed where she was looking. My mom is a goof, but I love her
I convinced Kyle to head back into Epcot "just quickly" so we could ride Soarin'. We did, it was great, but then he pretty much wanted to kill me. Did I mention that he hardly trained since he was "the runner" in the family? Yeah, for as smart as he is, I think he regretted that one.
In what felt like no time at all, we were back at SSR, showered and relaxing in bed. Phew! What a morning.
3:00-3:03am. The alarm is ringing, the phone is ringing, the cell phone is ringing... hey, I wasn't taking any chances on oversleeping

I have a quick, one-sided phone conversation with Mickey and Stitch, and head for the balcony.
Outside, it is pitch black. The street lights at SSR are set to dim. It is gloriously quiet, and a very comfortable 70 degrees. Whoa, wait a minute! 70 degrees at 3am?! We're in for a hot one...
Glancing back in the room I see that Kyle is awake and out of bed in record time. Impressive! Note to self, run half-marathons more often.

Our race clothes, our peanut butter bagles and our orange juice were all waiting for us, so we were out the door by about 3:40. After walking to the Springs to catch the marathon bus, we found out that we were should have walked to Congress Park. Let me just say, it's not easy to find out this information at 3:45 in the morning, when the only person around - anywhere - is the cleaning dude (who, if I'm not mistaken, is not even a cast member anymore. But I digress...)
Back over at the Congress Park bus stop, and we are greeted by a Mears attendant as well as several other bright-eyed runners. The day is finally here!
At the Epcot parking lot, I'm amazed at the number of people pouring off of bus after bus. We are corralled into the staging area, where we find merchandise stands, bag-check stands, water stations, live music.... and at least half as many portapotties as we find at Riverfest in Cincinnati, all lined up as far as the eye can see. We head for the Wave C waiting area and find a good seat.
Time passed quickly, we had a couple small glasses of water, and made a few trips to the bathroom to be sure and start on Empty

We walked a ways to the starting line, and watched the official race start, as well as the next wave starts. It was really nice, including characters, music and fireworks for all 3 waves! At Disney, they even care about us slow-pokes!
The race was much cooler, obviously, than our long runs in West Chester, Ohio. Every couple of miles there were steel drum bands, high school marching bands, choirs, DJs with seriously loud speakers, etc. It might have even been fun!




The first couple of miles felt downright bad. My knee was a bit achy (don't ask, apparently it's broken. No joke, but whatever), it was hot and I was really drowsy from the Percocet I might have taken to mask the pain.

At about mile 5, we were running by the Contemporary and into much more exciting territory! We entered the MK through a private gate, and headed up main street! At this point, there were lots of spectators, lots of music ... and of course Cinderella's Castle up ahead! Just past the hub we ran through Tomorrowland and into Fantasyland. After passing through the castle, we saw all of the dwarfs! I have waited for ages to get this picture, and nobody was stopping... what an opportunity! Of course, as we tried to get the photo they started taking the dwarfs away. And Kyle literally almost got knocked over by a dude running backwards. I promise you, I'm telling the truth. I'll keep the picture in the bunch for your enjoyment


From a running standpoint, these miles felt great! For several in a row we kept 11-13 minute pace. My legs, lungs, chest, etc were all feeling great! At mile 7 we knew it was all downhill from here! Only not literally, unfortunately

We finished the MK portion by running through Fronteirland and into a production area where we saw lots of the Disney Dreams Come True floats! This was by far my favorite part of the race course.

After the Magic Kingdom was another INCREDIBLY boring set of miles. I had stopped briefly at a portapotty before leaving this area, and then I was DONE! I swear, I went from being at "the top of my game" to being absolutely beat in that instant. We were really not much more than halfway done yet. From my previous long runs, I knew that this wasn't a physical phenomenon... I had run much longer than this with a much better outcome. Emotionally though, I was just drained! I wanted nothing to do with the rest of the race. Tough luck, I was told, as we pressed on. Of course there were no spectators, no music and nothing fun to look at for about half a mile, and I swear I came embarrassingly close to sitting on the side of the road and calling a cab to take me back to the Magic Kingdom!
We cruised by the Grand Floridian and then spotted the MK Speedway. Hey, we passed this on the other side not all that long ago! There was my motivation! I knew by the numbers we were more than halfway done, but this was the point that the horse "saw the stable" so to speak. We picked up the pace again, and headed down that stupid, desolate road.

From an entertainment standpoint, miles 8-12 stink. Period. I swear, it felt as boring as all my out and back runs on Kyle's Station. But the worst of it is this -- that STUPID ramp just after the mile 10 marker. My training here was done on hills. Big hills. The hill itself wasn't all that rough on our legs, but it was such a downer! We felt so good seeing that mile 10 sign.... just over 3 miles left. "It's just a short run around the triangle!" Kyle said, referencing our favorite 3-mile route at home. But it didn't matter. The ramp meant running around in a circle instead of in a straight line towards my beautiful destination, Spaceship Earth. I could SEE the stupid weanie and I was running in a circle for a while before making my way there. Not a brilliant decision, if you ask me!

Anyway, from the top of that ramp until the finish line there are more spectators than I would have ever imagined. Through a side entrance of Epcot, a loop around future world and along the home stretch back to the parking lot, there were hundreds of screaming "fans", lots of characters, tons of photographers, announcers, and so much spirit that we could have finished that mile stronger than any we had ever run before. You know, if it weren't for all the characters and photographers we had to stop and see

We finally sprinted from World Showcase Lagoon, under Spaceship Earth and out of the park to the Finish! We got our mylars (which, ironically, I desperately needed for some serious chills that hit at about mile 12... even though I had spent the first mile ripping on the fact that they even offered them for the half


Immediately after crossing through this mess my cell phone rang. Apparently my mom and sister had been "watching" the last half of the race online, and wanted us to have someone "greet us" at the finish line since they couldn't be there in person.
We recounted a bit of the race to her, assured her that our pace was fantastic (for us), and told her we'd talk more later when things had calmed down. Apparently our pace on the live results page is calculated off of total time instead of chip time, and my mom was terrified to call for fear that I would be beating myself up for the pace that had been listed where she was looking. My mom is a goof, but I love her

I convinced Kyle to head back into Epcot "just quickly" so we could ride Soarin'. We did, it was great, but then he pretty much wanted to kill me. Did I mention that he hardly trained since he was "the runner" in the family? Yeah, for as smart as he is, I think he regretted that one.

In what felt like no time at all, we were back at SSR, showered and relaxing in bed. Phew! What a morning.
