January 12… and I felt every step of it, like this:
Did I mention I ran a marathon this morning? Oh, yeah.
The race began at after another spectacularly early morning. Up at 3 am. On the bus by 3:30. The long march to our corals. A chilly wait on what would have otherwise been a quiet stretch Florida highway. And then…
We ran. We ran, ran, ran.
I savoured every minute of it, stopping at about three quarters of the characters I saw. I took every bit of it in, from the cheering crowds to the fantastic lights, to the back-stage foot-tours of Disney World. Every bit of it crawled into my brain and I’m sure I’ll be digesting it and processing it for the next week, month, year… and longer.
The finish line was well earned. The bus ride home was a blur. And then the day just sorta was. Lunch. A nap. Dinner at Planet Hollywood in Downtown Disney. And a few quiet minutes to catch up on my writing.
1) The race. The run. The finish line. What else can I say? I’ve been watching it slowly approach for nine months and… finally done!
2) The guy who got up an danced a full-on Gangam Style in the middle of Planet Hollywood.
3) Hearing congratulations everywhere I go, from the applause that greeted us when we stepped off the bus, to cast members asking about the races, to fellow runners passing off high fives or just knowing nods of approval to each other as we passed.
Now, a little later (but still pretty early) to bed. A bit more vacation starts tomorrow with a jaunt through the Magic Kingdom, some fireworks, and probably a bunch of walking (just thank goodness the running is over for a while!)