Elizabeth is amazing not only because she is a dedicated mother to her son, BUT she has babies for people who cant....I mean, COME ON, how many people offer to do that? Not enough I tell ya! She's also one of my favorite people to run with.
I was lucky enough to meet this fabulous lady at the #RunnersLove meet-up that Kristy and I had at the Poly. So let me gush for a second.... Not only is she absolutely gorgeous, a blast to follow at her blog, but this women truthfully epitomizes what I consider a complete bad ass woman. She says what is on her mind and she is a dedicated mother. Follow her, if you don't already!
To say I took a hiatus is an understatement... Maybe it's the moose looking into my eyes all sleepy...
Maybe it's the fact my ex is still paying for my domain name... Maybe it's the song playing on my iPhone...
Maybe it's the half bottle of Jet's Red from Cassidy Hill Vineyard in Coventry, CT... It's probably all of those combined to be honest... I have missed this community so much and realized that when I was a part of Runaway Royalty and blogging, not only did I lose weight but I was something much more important.... HAPPY! I miss being happy so much. Don't get me wrong, my baby moose makes me happier than I have been since I was spending all my time with Ace but I miss running so much. So this is my commitment back to blogging and running.
I have missed you all so so much! I am thinking that finally having another runDisney race coming up as well as this fabulous BLOG HOP that it'll get me back into the swing of blogging. I have missed recapping races, MegLovin' Monday and Tastebud Tuesday!
SO! I am going to tell you all about my absolute FAVORITE runDisney Race. The Wine and Dine Half Marathon!
Three Parks. One Night. Wine. Dine. Bling.
One tip I'd like to give you is to make sure you nap before the race. Whether you run the Jingle Jungle 5k like me and nap after or you sleep in, do it. You'll thank yourself.
Make sure your bag check bags are packed before you nap and that you lay out your outfit before you close your eyes. It'll keep you incredibly relaxed and ready for your night race. Sammy and I planned on getting to ESPN's Wide World of Sports early and brought our pre-race snacks with us. When we arrived we were maybe one of the first 200 there, which is like hitting the jackpot when we noticed that Mickey, Minnie, Goofy and Chip and Dale were there for photo ops! We blew through Mickey, Goofy and Minnie. By the time we got in line for Chip and Dale the lines were out of control. However, getting there so early meant we still had time to wait in this last line.
Goofy was next!
And OF COURSE Minnie!
Chip and Dale! How cute are these two!?
The wait is what bothers people sometimes but I didn't feel the same anxious jitters I normally have for a morning race. I was pumped, ready to go, rested and relaxed.
It might sound silly but I love all the little touches runDisney adds. Like the way to find your corral.
Sammy and I were in Corral H. We didn't end up spending too much time in the corrals from what I remember. I felt like we were ready to go within a great time frame.
As the corrals were sent off with fireworks I became incredibly excited!
AND WE'RE OFF!
The first two miles went by very fast. I loved that each mile was themed. These miles are on the high way from ESPN's WWOS to Animal Kingdom.
The first characters we saw almost stopped us in our tracks. The dancing hippo and ostrich from Fantasia...WHAAAAAAAT! Both of our mouths must have dropped at the same time. There was no way we were missing this photo op.
Mile 3 came and went.
We finally made our way into the Animal Kingdom, what a gorgeous tree!
They had these awesome lights on either side of the runners while entering Animal Kingdom too.
We saw Timon and stopped to take in the Hakuna Matata vibe he was putting out. We also attempted to use the bathroom in Asia because lets face it, port-o-potties are gross. I didn't think about what kind of an issue my tutu would become but lets be honest for a minute. I think I ended up with it in my mouth from holding it up. Too much info? Sorry. #TutuStruggles
Mile 4 down! Going through Asia.
Gorgeous lights. I love Asia. Sorry it's a little blurry, action shot. I believe there is a chance that Baloo or King Louie were available for photos but since we had gotten them during the JJ5k we passed by them during the half.
As we were heading out of the Animal Kingdom (where the start and finish for the Jingle Jungle 5k was) we noticed a huge ship. This line probably killed our time but you wanna know what, Sammy being my best friend knew how much it would mean to me to take my picture with Jack Sparrow. I love her for this.
Mile 5! (Still in the AK parking lot)
Mile 6 - Almost half way done!
Mile 7! Back out on the highway, headed towards MGM. *Heads up, in between miles 7 and 8 you run an exit/entrance ramp, it is slanted up to the right, Take it easy on your ankles and knees*
Mile 8! Fuel Time
Mile 9 is where I got really excited! We were on our way into MGM!
I love the Hollywood Tower Hotel at night <3
This is a great spot to stop and use the bathroom. The parks always have cleaner ones and if you are the person not using the bathroom its a great time to stretch.
I had to take a shot back down the street.
After you pass Mickey's Sorcerrers Hat you head towards Pixar Place and you'll find some good friends there too! The lighting around our two buddies here was awful though. It made everything so blurry.
It has been many many years since I have taken the Backlot Tour and unfortunately I did hear they were closing it for good but I am pretty sure we had our course come through the same areas the tour takes you. This tunnel was an absolute blast! Disco themed with fog lights. It was a huge energy boost.
Mile 10 came around very fast and the excitement began to build for the big event of the race....the part everyone raves about....the part you dream about... On the other side of the sign was Wreck-It Ralph and Vanellope. We were ready to be done so we pushed on.
Then. The best part of the entire course. THE OSBOURNE FAMILY SPECTACLE OF LIGHTS! I will continue to run this race as long as they keep this as part of the course.
I didn't want it to end. I almost forgot for a second, just a second, we were running. I wanted to stop and take it all in, but we still had 2 miles to go.
After you exit MGM you run along the Boardwalk and then cross over to the Yacht and Beach club. It was amazing. It was a little tight in spaces but it was so fabulous to see spectators with signs and people cheering. I even saw Pam and Christine (We Run Disney) as they were heading back to their rooms. I love this area of Walt Disney World Property the most of any place.
As we rounded the corner past the International Gateway they had adorable Mickey shaped lights.
When we finally saw the finish line in front of us I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I just lifted my arms in victory! Another runDisney race completed.
*HEADS UP* I don't care if you're 6, 26, 56 or 96. You are never prepared to see nakedness after giving your all in a race....or well ever. They didn't say that this changing area was a free-for-all. I like my space and a place to sit when I change after running 13.1 miles but instead...boobs and more galore. We changed quickly and headed towards EPCOT and the after party. I was very disappointed that the 'free adult beverage' they were handing out was down to the end of the beer stash as I was hoping for some free wine. Maybe with an earlier corral this year I'll get one!
Once you are changed, or well ready to party, be prepared to have your bag checked again as you enter the park. These lines were longer than some of the character lines. But getting your finishers shot in front of Spaceship Earth is worth it.
Hope you are having a blast along the blog hop! See you real soon!
I'm not sure about most of you, but my best thinking is done in the car. I'm not sure if that means I admit to being a bad driver or not but regardless...
I was thinking about love. Songs sung, poems written, photographs taken, words spoken...
Love is hard to find and even harder to define.
Love is different to each and every single person on earth. Even the person you fall in 'love' with has a different perception of your love and the love they want to receive. ............................................................................. I realize this blog is about running. But, running is an activity, sport, exercise that requires love. Love for the pain. Love for the sweat. Love for yourself. And for some of us, love for the actual feel of the pavement under our feet. The last three months that I have taken off from blogging and being on here have been a journey to love myself. For a long, very long, time I put all of myself into everything and everyone else; my jobs, my friendships, my relationship. I thought doing all of that would help me feel whole, more me than if I spent time on myself. Boy, was I wrong. After losing my job and then ending a very long relationship I realized that I had lost more than just that. I had lost myself. My goal of reclaiming the independent, outgoing woman I once was is slowly but surely making waves. I am happier now than I have been in years and I'm making changes in my life that I am very excited about. So, thank you if you've stuck around, I can't wait to catch you up on all the races I've done since I went MIA.
So As you can tell, no MegLovin' Monday, no Tastebud Tuesday and no Wordless Wednesday this past week..... I feel like a little bit of radio silence was needed. Not only with the holiday Sunday but with the Boston Marathon Bombing anniversary I just needed a little time away. I'll be back full force Monday! See y'all then! Peace, Love and Pibbles <3
Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the clouds, or maybe it's the howling wind...something about today seems off. It leaves me with an empty feeling in my gut, very few times in my life have felt like this. Then it hits me....today marks a year since the Boston Marathon Bombing.
While a year can produce a thousand changes, some things stay the same.
A year ago I was sitting in my office, excited that I could stream the Boston Marathon live on my computer. I had my office door closed, pfft I mean remodeled paint closet, and while I worked on marketing for the summer programs I would be running I watched the elite women take off. I remember flipping back and forth from Google Chrome to Microsoft Publisher and Excel, listening to the commentary on the race. I even had a couple co-workers stop by my very well hidden office to ask why I wasn't running in Boston today! I laughed it off saying someday they'd see me there and while I'd love to have that be a dream come true one day, I know right now it is just that....a dream.
A year ago I had completed my first half marathon and had really gotten into the swing of blogging and began meeting new people who are now a constant in my life.
I remember being upset I had to drive home and would miss some of the action but knew I'd keep listening after my 35 minute commute. By the time I made it home I had forgotten about the race and realized I was out of KT Tape. I got back in my car and drove to CVS. I remember sitting at a specific intersection waiting for the light to turn when it came on the radio. "There has been an explosion at the finish line of the Boston Marathon". Even now typing it I get chills all over my body. I know I missed the light because I sat there in pure shock. I flipped a couple of stations and that was all everyone was talking about.
I raced home, I turned the TV on and immediately was bombarded with images of horror. What? How? Who? WHY!
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
If you have seen the full image of this photo you were as impacted as I was. I chose not use it out of respect.
While the entire massacre has left its mark on runners all over the world this photo in particular has impacted me. The man in the cowboy hat is wearing a Tough Ruck shirt. His name is Carlos Arredondo.
Carlos is one of the amazing transplant Americans we have living in this country. He ran TOWARDS the blast and blood like thousands of first responders. If you are unsure of Carlos' story let me tell you why this man changed my life. Carlos is originally from Costa Rica. He wasn't at the Boston Marathon last year to cheer on a runner, he was handing out mini American flags to spectators trying to spread Suicide Awareness. Carlos' oldest son was killed in Iraq serving with the United States Marine Corps in 2004. In 2011 Carlos' youngest son took his own life because of the depression he felt after losing his brother. When Carlos found Jeff Bauman, the man in the photo who lost his legs he immediately made sure to stop the severe bleeding and rushed him to a waiting ambulance. His goal after losing his sons was to do all he could to help people. Little did he know how important his actions would be that day.
The murderers, who I refuse to acknowledge, thought what they would do is strike fear into America. Well I'm damn sure we showed them what we are made of. A year ago strangers helped one another, fearless heros ran TOWARDS the blast and we are STRONGER today than a year ago. We aren't just all Americans, We. Are. All. Boston. Marathoners, runners in general are a spectacular group. There is more family love than in most families, because well, we all CHOOSE to hurt, we CHOOSE this sport that makes us vomit when we have pushed it to the breaking point, we CHOOSE this sport that makes our toenails fall off from the number of miles we impress upon our feet, we CHOOSE to wake up at 5am to log miles instead of sleeping in and we CHOOSE to support one another as we prepare to crush our goals.
I am proud to be a runner as well as a first responder, I may not have the same certifications as an EMT but I have enough knowledge to help in an emergency and would like to believe that I would have run towards the chaos on that day. It is this thought that makes me keep all of this knowledge up to date.
I would like to thank every single first responder out and think we should all take the time to remember the survivors as well as those who lost their lives a year ago today.
I will never forget Boston.
I wear my Tough Ruck Boston Strong shirt proudly today.