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Walt Disney World Marathon Review

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This is Part 2 of the Walt Disney World Marathon Weekend Review. Part 1 can be found here.

The Hardware

After the Half Marathon, I was frozen solid. I went back to the hotel, shivering, and took a hot bath, took my recovery supplements, and went to eat a good lunch. After that, my kids wanted to go to one of the parks, after all, we were at Disney World. So, we took them over to Hollywood Studios for a few hours and had dinner with friends. I didn’t do anything too strenuous so, it shouldn’t have been any big deal. I mean, I run longer training runs than 13 miles with no ill effects at all the next day.

On Sunday morning, when the room once again erupted in sound at 3 am, I jumped up and slapped at the phones and alarms until they stopped beeping. Lumbering across the room to start getting ready, I noticed that my legs were tight, and by tight, I mean stiff, and by stiff, I mean sore. Huh? Why am I sore? I shouldn’t be sore from that. It was just 13 miles. I finished my pre-race routine and my lovely wife and I made our way over to the park with the same clockwork precision as the previous day. This morning, we drove over and lingered in the car for a few more minutes because it was 10 degrees colder than the day before but no precipitation, thankfully. Walking down to the gathering area, I was still really tight in the hips and my feet were killing me for some reason. Trying to figure out what was going on, I looked down and saw my answer: concrete. This place was nothing but concrete. The roads, the parks, everything was made of concrete. At home, I run on asphalt, which is a good bit softer than concrete. The roads have to be harder in Florida because it’s hotter down there and asphalt wouldn’t hold up as well. I actually avoided running on concrete in training because it was so hard. At that moment, I got nervous about the event for the first time. Another 26.2 miles of pounding was gonna hurt.

We made our way down to the corrals with similar results as the previous day. We barely got in the corral and turned on our music before the gun went off. For the record, both of these races went off early. The advertised start time was 5:50 for wheelchair competitors and others would follow in waves a few minutes apart. On both days, I was running at 5:45. I suspect it was because of the 40,000 people shivering in 20 degree weather. In Florida…

The starting route of the marathon was very similar to the half marathon. There were some extra miles added to the start of the route but it didn’t matter much because it was pitch black outside for the first 2 hours. The occasional band, pep squad and sign helped break up the monotony of running elbow to elbow with 40,000 people. I took a drink from a drink station and when I raised it to my lips, nothing came out of the cup. The Powerade was frozen in the cup. Not only was the road a block of ice, so were the cups. You had to crush the cup a little to get the drink out. Mmmm, that icy water is just what you need when you are freezing to death and in pain. I was moving slowly because I was so cold and just couldn’t get warmed up. I exaggerated my movements, hoping to loosen up my legs. It was no use.

As we came into the Magic Kingdom somewhere around mile 9, my spirits lifted again because the sun had peaked above the horizon and it felt warmer, even if it wasn’t. Once again, we ran down Main Street USA to the cheers of spectators. We stopped and took a few pictures in front of the castle and with a few characters. It was here where we decided to just relax and enjoy the day. I stopped caring about the time on the clock. We would run a slow marathon but, I didn’t care. There would be other days for that. After posing with princesses, pirates, and anthropomorphic animals, we shot out the back gate once again on the lonesome country road. On the day before, it had been pitch dark on this road. Today, you could see that it was swamp land with a narrow strip of road running through it. This road was for use only by Disney cast members. There was still no indication that Magic Kingdom was just beyond the tree line. I still don’t know how they do it.

The next part of the course was a long stretch that ran down by a golf course or two and the wedding chapel complex and a few other resort areas. It was well supported but I could have used more distraction. Somewhere around mile 13 or 14 I felt a terrible stabbing pain in my left hip. I limped into a medical station and the little lady there said something about it being a “Stinger”. That sounded about right. She dug her knuckle into it a few times, slapped a handful of BioFreeze on it, handed me 2 Tylenol, a cup of frozen water, and sent me on my way. It was still bitterly cold and every time we stopped, even for a few seconds, it was really hard to get warm again.

Making our way around to the Animal Kingdom, we smelled it before we saw it. I can only imagine what I was smelling, but it was really foul and not what you wanted to be breathing. Soon though, the stench subsided and we entered the Animal Kingdom park and another string of cheering spectators and characters. We stopped to take pictures with Minnie, Rafiki, and Donald Duck. This time, I jogged in place in line to help stay warm. I don’t remember where we went out of Animal Kingdom because I was getting tired and hungry. I popped a couple of gels and S caps and kept trudging. My wife was an angel, hanging out with me all day when she could have run much faster without me. She would run up the road and look around to find that I had dropped off of the pace and then she’d wait up for me. She’s an angel, that one.

More desolate access roads, frozen tundra in disguise as drink stations marked the way to Hollywood Studios. One particularly irritating place was at mile 20. There was a long, maybe half a mile stretch that went way down one lane of the road and hair-pinned somewhere in the distance and ran right back down beside us so that we were meeting people coming back on our left. The temptation was strong to just jump over to that lane and go on. The only problem with that is that there was a timing mat at the end of that long stretch specifically to prevent that from happening. If you didn’t cross that mat, no medal. Buzzkill. Coming back from that hairpin was the mile 21 sign. The last few miles seemed to be getting longer and longer. We ran up and over a bridge that led up the side of the main thoroughfare into Hollywood Studios. We came in the back, where the back lot tour takes you by Walt’s plane, through the costume department tunnel, up by the Osbourne Spectacle of Lights and out the front gate. At mile 23, it finally warmed up above freezing. The drink stations were no longer frozen, and neither were my legs. I got a second wind, now that it was just a 5K to the finish. We wandered down by the waterway that runs from Hollywood Studios, by the Swan and Dolphin, The Boardwalk Resort, and up into the World Showcase at Epcot. Our last mile was around World Showcase, back up around Spaceship Earth (the big ball) and out a side entrance to the finish line. A gospel choir was singing to the side as we had 100 yards left to the finish line. I felt like singing with them but, I was so ready to get to the mat. Tons of cheering spectators lined the street and once again, we ran through all 3 timing mats. I was really glad to stop. REALLY glad. My legs were numb but surprisingly felt OK. I grabbed another Mylar blanket, got my Mickey medal and started the walk to the Goofy’s Challenge tent. Finally, the reason I put myself through all of this. The training, the education, the pain, the money, it was all about to pay off. A little Asian man placed the medal around my neck and congratulated me. I stumbled out into the sunlight and found my wife and we walked to the picture area, posed for a few shots and bundled up in Mylar and started the long, breezy walk back to the car. Once in the car, with the heat wide open, we started to relax and kind of tiredly celebrate what we had just accomplished. My wife had just ran her first marathon, albeit far slower than she could have done it, and I had just pushed myself across 39.3 frozen, painful miles. I knew I would have trouble walking the next day but, that kind of thing comes with the territory.

The next few days were filled with theme parks and great memories with my family so I haven’t had much time to reflect yet. I suppose, in retrospect, it doesn’t feel like such a big deal even though I suppose it is to some. 39.3 miles is a long way to run. I should be proud of it but, somehow, I’m not yet. Maybe in time.. I wasn’t as good as I wanted to be or expected to be, but I did have a lot of fun and in the end, I did what I went there to do.

If you are looking for a great event that is incredibly organized and supported, where all you have to do is show up and run, these are the ones to do. It’s easy to justify since you will probably spend a few magical days at Disney as well. How can you lose? Registration for next year will probably be open in the next few weeks. Maybe next year, it won’t be record low temps and snowing on you.

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Spinx Run Fest Review

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When I opened the door to let my dog outside at 5 am last Saturday morning, I knew I was going to get wet. It was foggy. Advanced fog. The kind of fog that is really just a heavy drizzle. It stayed that way most of the morning, until it started raining in earnest. Oh well, it wasn’t the first race I’ve done in the rain, and I doubt it will be the last. I decided to be thankful that it wasn’t 103 degrees and sunny, like it was on the Assault on Mt Mitchell race, but that is a story for another day…

This race is in my hometown of Greenville, SC, and is sponsored by a regional chain of gas stations: The Spinx Corporation. They do a half marathon and 5K and the rumor is that a marathon distance will be returning next year, after a hiatus. So on to the race details…

I found some friends of mine and shuffled to the line fully prepared for a slogfest. The fog lifted about the time the gun went off and hung around just high enough to get you completely soaked within the first mile. Miles number 1 and 2 were all about dodging traffic and trying to find a place to run without trampling or being trampled. It’s actually fine because it gives you something to do while you warm up and get going. It also has the nasty tendency to pull you off of your pace, which everyone knows is a stupid thing to do. Go out too fast and blow up; it’s a rookie mistake but probably happens 80 – 90% of the time. The clock at the 2 mile marker read 14:30 as I passed it. Oh crap. I was planning on running 8:45 to 9:00 miles as marathon prep. I was running 7:15′s. “Slow it way down big fella”, I said to myself. “But everyone will pass me”, I replied. “How many people will pass you when you crack in about 4 miles?”, I exchanged. “All of them.”, I finally relented. I slowed it down and settled in. I knew the course well and there was plenty of nastiness toward the end of the course so I needed to keep something in the tank.

The next 6 or 7 miles were fairly uneventful. Just running and breathing, trying to relax and run with good form. One of my friends caught up to me at the half-way point. She had lost the others around the 2nd mile and was running solo. We ran down through the park and up through the start of the nastiness. She kept griping about the pace but when I offered to slow it down, she wouldn’t let up. She was testing me, as I soon found out. We hit the first significant hill at mile 9ish and she floated up it like a butterfly. I lumbered up it like someone walking through a graveyard where zombies are constantly grabbing your ankles. Somehow I managed to stay on pace. An oasis had formed atop the hill in the form of a water station. I stepped aside and grabbed a cup. My so-called friend saw that she was now 3 steps ahead of me and that I was trying to drink and she decided that now would be a good time to gun it. She-devil. Over the course of the next 2 miles, most of which were hills, I saw her get smaller and smaller as she slowly pulled away. That is the worst site ever. The moral of this story is two-fold: 1. Never believe a woman that says she is struggling in a race and 2. Never, under any circumstances, race a woman up hills. As I crested the last big hill, I had decided on either a flaming bag of dog-poo or a midnight house TP as a congratulatory gift for her. That settled, I turned my thoughts back to the remaining few miles.

It was here that the rain kicked in. I was already wet from sweating in 100% humidity so, it actually felt nice. Once your feet get wet it doesn’t really matter anymore anyway. It was a 5k to the finish line from here. I passed the clock at mile 11 and it read: 1:41. Dang, those hills had punched me in the pants and it was now jeopardizing my goal of sub 2 hours. Time to pick it up. As my pace quickened, people were turning completely around to see what was breathing like a yak coming up behind them. It must have been similar to what the bull runners in Pamplona experience. No time for pride, I was in a rhythm. In-in-ooouuuttt, rinse, repeat. Turning the last few corners on to the last road, I was in a full sprint and it was hurting. My form was no longer a concern, I just had to get to that stupid line in under 2 hours. I had lost too much time in the middle miles, especially the last two in the hills.

This race ends inside the stadium, at home plate of the Greenville Drive minor league baseball team. They are a Red Sox farm team and we have a Green Monster out in left field (see below). So, yeah, anyway, I hit the line and looked for the clock but the 5K clock was up instead. Buzzkill. I found out later that afternoon, when results were posted online, that I had missed my 2 hour goal by 14 stupid seconds. What makes is worse is that my watch said 1:58. Ripped off? Probably but, whatcha gonna do? I should have run faster so that there would have been no issue. Thanks for playing, try again… Oh well, I had a good time and a got another medal for the collection. I’ll do this again, probably the marathon next year. This is a good race and I recommend it if you are close to SC.

If you ever come to Greenville, SC, you should know that Shoeless Joe Jackson is from Greenville. He is buried across town and to this day, people leave notes and baseballs and other things at his grave. We love him. Do not disparage Joe around these parts or you will be searching for an emergency dental clinic. They moved Joe’s house a few miles to right outside the gates of the stadium. It is a museum now and is a really cool place to visit. Check out the website here: Shoeless Joe Jackson Museum

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