Initially I had intended for this to be a goal race but as is typically the case for me, life had other plans. After two months of nursing a knee injury, only to then be walloped with a cold-turned-bronchitis, I was left with total uncertainty as to how this race would go.
The one confidence booster I had was a workout Megan and I did the week prior – 1 mile warmup, 3 @ MP, 2 @ HMP, 2 @ MP. I hit 8:07, 7:59, 8:01/7:24, 7:23/8:10, 8:06 and felt pretty decent. The 7:2x paces felt a little aggressive, but I was pleasantly surprised at how easy the 8ish paced miles felt. Worst case scenario: squeak in under 1:45 and not completely embarrass myself.
Mostly I was excited to bust out of the frozen tundra for a while and enjoy a much needed long weekend with friends.
Megan and I hit the expo on Friday; our seed times put us in the A corral and we both geeked out a little over this. Feeling fast is not something I’m used to. We walked around the expo for a bit and then headed out to grab lunch and buy some throwaway clothes – we totally underestimated how cold it actually was in Florida!
Cheesin’ at the expo. I really dig this quote.
Race morning came sooner than usual but thanks to my old lady ability to fall asleep unreasonably early, I was able to get around 6 hours of sleep. For those who don’t know, Disney races start at the crack of freaking dawn and because you need enough time to get to the start corrals, it means freakishly early alarms. Like, 2:45am style alarms. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen 2:45am sober before.
Race morning routine, same as usual. Gulp some coffee, eat a Picky Bar, get dressed, stretch out a little, drink water. We got to Epcot with plenty of time and hung out in the warm car for a bit while some other friends went to get their bibs. Then we started the trek to the corrals.
It’s actually a fairly long walk to get from the parking area to the starting area, but there are tons of open porta-potties along the way and ample room to warm up once you get there. Nice logistics, Disney. +1 for that.
Finally it was time to line up and we geeked out a little more over the A corral business. Before I knew it, we were off.
The release of each new corral is signified by lighting off fireworks, and it was pretty cool to listen for them as we took off into the night. Megan and I said goodbye and set off to do our own thing. It was windy and my plan was to just run by feel until we got to the Magic Kingdom; it should be all tailwind from there.
The first five miles are kind of a blur. I remember looking around a lot and trying to take it all in. Then trying not to trip over people. I wasn’t running very smoothly – I would start picking it up, then get nervous the pace was too aggressive and try to back off. It took me a while to find my groove but I ended up settling in (7:39, 7:36, 7:34, 7:29, 7:31)
The course then goes by the Contemporary Resort and heads for the Magic Kingdom. I wouldn’t consider myself a Disney fanatic by any stretch of the imagination, but I do have fond memories of vacationing there as a kid. Honestly, I feel lame for saying this but I got a little emotional running down Main St. and around the castle. I thought a lot about my family – and my dad in particular – during this mile and I got all goosebumpy and teary eyed. What a turd.
Oooh look, a squirrel
I thought exciting Magic Kingdom would be kind of a let down, but it ended up being the opposite – I felt like the hard part was over and now I could cruise with the tailwind for a little bit. I remember picking it up a bit because Shake It Off was blasting over some loudspeakers and that song is basically guaranteed to put me in a good mood. I remember thinking how much fun I was having and just being very grateful. This is all so uncharacteristic of me, I usually am hating life and mankind and myself and maybe even Taylor Swift by mile 7 of a half.
I kept plugging along in good spirits until about mile 10. (7:31, 7:30, 7:33, 7:29, 7:29)
That’s when the wheels started coming off. We were running back into the wind for a bit and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I told myself to not wuss out but not kill myself either. In retrospect, I think I could’ve pushed myself harder through these miles but in the moment, my inability to take a good deep breath was freaking me out. Maybe that was justification for being a wimp, or maybe it was smart. I’m not going to dwell on it too much. (7:43, 7:39)
Finally in the last mile, I could see my Garmin and realized I could squeak in under 1:40. I also told myself to stop being a little bitch and actually run – there’s only one mile left. Unfortunately, this seemed to be where the majority of the race photographers were located and daaaaaang do I make some ugly faces while I run. This bothers me because hey – I’m running a race wearing a skirt for fuck’s sake. Clearly I’m only doing this for cute race photos.
I am screaming on the inside.
Finally I saw the finish line and boom, that was that. (7:29, 7:10 for the last .1)
Megan and I celebrated and cheesed it up a bit in our mutually delirious state.
We headed back to the car to celebrate a bit and revel in the fact that we were done for the weekend. A few of our friends were running the Goofy and a few were running the full but us? Yeah, beer us. Immediately.
Hashtag precious, part 2.
Overall, I was thrilled with the way this race went. Sure, I’ve got some work to do – but leading up to this, I was running 25 miles per week and most of those miles were 10 minute pace on a treadmill. This is also the best I’ve ever run so early in the year which leaves me feeling motivated and excited for 2015.
In summary: this was one of the most positive posts I think I have ever written and it made me realize I am feeling very positive in general right now. So strange, kind of love it. Hope it sticks around.