For everyone that asked, thanks for keeping me and my first half-marathon run in your thoughts.
Well, at the risk of being redundant, many of you know this was my first half-marathon. So far, my list of runs includes one 5K and one 10K. I wanted to get in a half-marathon prior to WDW so that I could take WDW with my son and enjoy the experience, and not try for a specific time.
As a newbie to this whole running thing, I made some of the newbie mistakes. I pre-registered two months early

, so I thought I was all set. I wasn't nervous since I've had several 12 mile training runs already, so at the end of the day Saturday, after we finished with our day's activites, I looked on the internet website for directions. The location of the run was over an hour from my home (I kinda knew this already). The run was scheduled to start at 8am (so far OK). The website then spelled out that all packets had to be picked up on Saturday, and would not be available Sunday morning.

At this point, it's Saturday, about 9 pm, and I'm totally SOL. So, I figure, if I show up, after having paid my fee, they can't not let me run, can they?

After all of this training, I can't not go, right? So, I set my alarm for 5 am, thinking that if I leave the house about 5:45, I should get there about 7 am, leaving them plenty of time to "help" me. I hit the rack about 10:30pm. I wasn't nervous, I swear, but I woke at 12, and 1:30, and 3. I finally put feet to the floor about 3:30am. I showered , had a light breakfast, and headed out. About 1/4 mile from the marathon parking lot, I hear my front tire making a strange sound. I pull over, and see it is flat. I don't mean kind of flat, I mean it was FLAT! So at 6am, in total darkness, not even knowing how close I was to the final destination, I try to remove the donut spare and jack from the trunk of the car. After several interations of trial, error, blood, sweat, more error, and a few very un-Disney like adjectives, I tossed the flat tire and the jack into the trunk and took off. The bad news was that my hands looked like I had been digging for coal. I took two tissues and cupped them in my hands so that I wouldn't "contaminate" the steering wheel.
When I got to the parking lot, I looked for the information tent. When I found it, I explained that I had pre-registered, but had not picked up my packet. The lady behind the counter told me that I was supposed to pick it up on Saturday (I already know this, but it's too late to do anything about it now

) After some prodding, she explains that someone that may be able to help me should be showing up soon. So, while I'm waiting, I go looking for some way to clean my hands. The trailer selling coffee gives me a few paper towels, and a cup of water. This helped remove about 60% of the dirt from my hands, so now I just look like I've been living on the streets.
Well, when "the guy" finally shows up, he was able to give me my race number, and the chip for my shoe, so I'm in.
With my number on my shirt (BTW, it was my W.I.S.H. shirt), and my chip on my shoe, I can turn to my next level of priorities. I head to the port-0-lets. By this time, it's about 7:30. The line is so long that the people in the back of the line aren't even sure what line they're in. When I finally get up close to the front of the line, with only 6 people in front of me, the race announcer starts making last calls for runners to get on the road behind the rubber mats. I finally get my turn, and make a dash to the road. I'm getting into position as the national anthem is being played. I knew that my place was in the back of the crowd, and that was the only place that had standing room.
Well, the race commenced. The first 2+ miles were on a closed off road, with a few thousand (I'm guessing) marathon and half-marathon runners. Then we turned onto the towpath trail. The towpath trail is about 8 feet wide, with a crushed limestone base. We ran with the marathon runners until about mile 5. Here they split the marathon runners from the 1/2'ers. After the split, the running was much less congested. At about mile 7, we did a 180 turn, and ran back against traffic. At this point, I just tried to pick an appropriate pace person, and hang 10 yards behind them. As I ran, I received numerous comments from other runners about the back of my W.I.S.H shirts (well, actually, it was only from those runners who passed me slow enough to read it

) but everyone liked the DLF>DNF>>DNS thing. Anyway, the last two miles, I noticed that I was passing a few of the runners who had passed me earlier ( of course, many who passed me were never seen by me again). When I saw the sign for the 13 mile marker in the distance, I tried to pick up my pace (I'm sure anyone other than me would never have noticed).
I crossed the finish line in an unofficial 2:12:10. The time is about what I had hoped it would be. In the run, the only times I stopped running was to grab a Gatorade twice, and then I walked while I tried to drink it. My goal was to run the whole thing, and so for that, I felt good. I was handed my medal shortly after crossing the line.
All in all, I feel my first half-marathon was successful. Unfortunately, due to my mishap with the packet pickup, I never got a race shirt, so the only souveneir from the race is my medal. Today, I'm kind of sore, probably because I pushed it harder than I would have in a training run, but it only reminds me that I finally completed my first half-marathon. All of those training runs finally led to something. When Carrie, back in February of this year, suggested that I sign up for the WDW 1/2M, I thought it was crazy. When I started running, at times, it seemed even more crazy, but I finally did it.
Sorry for being long-winded, but once I started typing, it all kinda flowed out.
Here's hoping that the rest of the weekend racers met their goals.
