I'm such a non-planner these days.
The only thing that I can tell you for certain is that I want to go. And that most likely, I'd like it to be our girl's weekend for that year. However, if money was tight, I could see my turning this into a family trip for the TK clan as well.
Honestly...is it possible to say I don't know how to plan?
I guess I could talk a little bit about my training, if that helps anyone else out.
Inititally I started doing the Couch to 5K because I wanted to learn how to run.
Yes. You read that right. I wanted to learn how to run and how to do it properly. I was really spurred on by reading
The Courage to Start. I'd read about the book and a journey to a Disney half marathon in a friend's pre trip report and trip report, and I decided I needed to read it.
Honestly, I didn't think it would change my life, but I can't express to you how much it has.
For those of you who may not know me, I lost my mother a little over a year ago. She was only 55, and it was completely unexpected. I can say now, which I never have said before on the boards, that she had a heart attack. The short of it is that the EMTs were able to bring her back, but she never regained consciousness. My father, sister, grandmother (mom's mom) and I spent about two weeks of absolute pure hell on earth, and one by one we individually realized, myself being the last to come to such a conclusion, that there was no hope.
If we kept her in that state, she never would have known us. She would have need a trach, and a feeding tube, and all sorts of "support" to live. And so we chose.
Which is really ironic, because you don't make the choice. God does. When we went to comfort measures only, my mother waited until she was ready to go. And the morning that I went back to work, about an hour after I was there, I got the phone call from my husband.
I had a lot of one sided conversations with my mother while she was in the hospital, and I read her the whole Wizard of Oz. It was her favorite movie, and I know she loved the book, too.
When you go through something like that, never mind that I was pregnant at the time with my one year old son, it changes you.
Forever.
I've been therapy since, and I'm doing fairly well. My husband and I have had no shortage of life changes since her passing. Our second child was born. Our oldest went to kindergarten. We bought a house. It's really been one thing after another.
Running was something to do. Something constant. Something that I could measure. It was also something that previously, I'd hated.
I have to tell you, since my mother died, there's very little I won't do.
I am alive. I can move my body of my own will. I breathe. I eat. I love. I live.
I am SO lucky.
So I began to run. I followed the Couch to 5K program, and when I started, I couldn't even run a mile in 30 minutes.
Now, about 7-8 months later, I run 3.1 miles in just under 50. I'm training currently to maintain a speed under a 16 minute mile, the minimum requirement for the Disney 5Ks.
Eventually, I'd like to do a half marathon.
I run every other day, and I do the full 3.1 every time. I prefer my training on the treadmill, as I live in a really hilly neighborhood, but every now and then I'll go outside and get that experience as well, so I'm used to it.
I'll continue to run at my 14 / 15 minute mile pace, and eventually, I'll start adding on another 1/4 mile at a time, and trying to increase my distance so I can get closer to my half marathon goal.
I figure if you can run 3, what's 10 more?
Any time I have a doubt in my head, I think of my mother.
That's not true. Sometimes, I imagine I'm chasing Jack Sparrow, and that works pretty well.
But when I have a dark moment. A moment when I have a stitch in my side, and I'm thirsty, and I don't want to go on, I think of my mother.
I think that she is dead. And that I am alive. That my body lives and breathes and moves. And what a blessing that is. I like to think that she's watching me, and that she's proud of me.
A girl who never was a runner.
Who has become one.
Go for it! 
I'll be sure to wave to you 
