2014 Disney Princess Half Marathon Weekend
Me driving down to Florida, at the expo and up to race day: “I’m not ready, I haven’t trained enough. I’m not a runner. What am I doing here?”
Me at the starting line when the gun went off: “What? Already? The world is closing in on me. I can’t breathe. What am I doing here? I should quit.”
Me at mile 3.1. “I should quit now…any second now. I can’t go another mile.”
Me at mile 4: “Only mile 4? How long IS this race?”
Me at entering the Magic Kingdom: “Look down. Don’t look at all these people on the side of the road. I’m not gonna make it. Can they tell I’m miserable? Why am I wearing this hat? It’s smothering me.”
Me at mile 8: “Oh now, the leg cramps are starting again. Just great…”
Me at mile 10: “Just give up.”
Me entering Epcot and a mile from the finish line: “Don’t look at the people, this was horrible.” Oh my legs.” To my sister Margaret, “Save yourself!”
Me seeing the finish line: “Oh thank you! Please let me just get across.”
Me crossing the finish line: “Never again, nope, no way.”
Me for a week after the race: Practically in tears from muscle soreness and raw from chaffing.
Me – no running for almost five months after the race.
2015 Disney Princess Marathon Weekend
Me at the starting line: “I’m just one corral ahead of the balloon ladies. I better get to the front of the corral.”
Me at the starting gun: “Yeah, I’m finally going to get to toss my throw away shirt this year. Cool.”
Me at mile 3.1: “Oh WOW, that was quick. , just like running a 5K. This is kind of fun.”
Me at the hill before entering Magic Kingdom: “Don’t lean too much. Easy does it. Think about your form.”
Me entering Magic Kingdom: Waving at strangers, waving at me. “This is so cool. Look at that!”
Me at mile 8: “No cramps this time, I’m gonna do this.”
Me eyeing the ramp of pain: “I’ve got my salt, my sugar, my Powerade, my legs are taped. Get ready, I’ve got this.”
Me going up the ramp: I finally turn around at mile 10 and see the balloon ladies are right behind me. “I better speed this up.”
Me entering Epcot: “Wow, look at all the people cheering us on.”
Me knowing the finish line is less than a mile: “Time to finish like a champ.”
Me crossing the finish line: “I know what I need to do for next year, bring it on.”
Me after the race: Very little soreness, no raw skin and enjoying the parks.
Me: Training started less then two weeks after finishing, Preparing for next year’s half-marathon.
What a difference a year makes….