Okay, okay…this took way too long to write! We’ve been really busy this month, but here it is—better late than never, right?
Day 3: The Half Marathon. Things just got serious! For me, the 5k and 10k were not a big deal, more like warm-ups (and trust me, I don’t say that lightly—I know they are real distances and can be challenging, but for the Dopey, I had logged so many miles in training that they just felt like nothing). I knew today would be different, though, and I knew that my half marathon performance would dictate how I felt the next day.

We opened
the hotel room door, and the heat and humidity slapped me in the face. Crud.
I hope this is not going to be as bad as last year. No need for a jacket this morning. We got in line for the buses, and I panicked
a little. The line was huge! Last year, there were a few issues with the
bus, so I was instantly nervous. Gotta
give credit to them this time, though, because they had the buses lined up,
ready to take all of us to the start—not much waiting at all.
Having run
this race before, I knew I was in for a long walk to the starting corrals. I didn’t stir around too long at the start;
Bill took some pictures and wished me luck.
It was time to get to the corrals.
Warning here: this path is dark and has cones through the middle. I say this because I saw a woman trip over a
cone and face-plant into the concrete.
People were there to help her, and a few feet ahead they were already
alerting race staff for help. I hope she
was okay and it didn’t ruin her race experience. It just is another reminder to be alert at
these races. They are very crowded and
the early morning makes visibility low at some points.
I arrived in
my corral pretty early and was able to sit for a few minutes. I whole-heartedly believe in getting as many
minutes off your feet as possible when doing these back-to-back races. The start was buzzing, and unlike previous
days, there were a mixed group of runners: Half Marathon participants, Goofy
Challengers, and Dopeys, like me. The
usual fanfare ensued: DJ, National Anthem, Fireworks, etc. To be honest, even being way back in G, we
got off pretty quickly. There was about
3 minutes between each corral.
Corral G was
off, and I was committed to a 1:1 run/walk ratio. It’s tough!
I’m usually not a run/walk/run-er, so to halt the urge to run straight
out the gate was mentally challenging. I
knew I needed to, though, because my success in the marathon was almost
entirely dependent on my pacing today.
My goal was 2:30.
Back to the
streets for a few more miles. It was hot
and HUMID. My Vegas running body was not
used to this, but I kept to my race plan and hydrated often. To be honest, I don’t remember much about
these miles. They actually went by
pretty quickly.
Soon we were
ready for the finish—a short trip through Epcot around Spaceship Earth (there’s
a quick U-Turn at the International Gateway) and the lovely sounds of the
gospel choir. 13.1 was done! And my time: 2 hours, 31 minutes. I pretty much paced it perfectly! I gathered my medal, my food & drink, and
headed to meet up with my family for a few quick pictures. I didn’t spend too much time at the finish
line; I wanted to get into an ice bath and start my recovery.

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