Running Disney… or not.
I ran in high school. Really just to keep up (and beat) some of the boys.
Once I did? I quit.
I ran in college because I feared the freshmen 15.
When I realized it wasn’t happening? I quit.
Getting pregnant was taking a long time (again), so I started running.
Then I got pregnant. And quit.
Then I saw a post about the Disney World Half Marathon… so I started again.
And I didn’t quit.
I ran outside until the cold hives got too bad. Then O got me a treadmill and I started running inside. We traveled and I found ways to run.
I didn’t quit.
Flash forward 7+ months and it was January 6th, the night before the race. I was excited. I was scared. I was packed. I’d put in the miles.
I wasn’t quitting.
As I crawled into bed I checked the weather and the official Facebook page for the race. They called it. It was cancelled.
And I quit.
Yep, just like that I quit. I called Oliver and cried.
I woke up the next morning and laid in bed, my family sleeping around me. Scrolling through Facebook. I had officially quit.
But then my “word” from last year hit me. “BOLD“.
I took a long hard look at why I’d picked up running again…
Was it just to justify a Disney trip? Good Lord, no.
I run because I feel great afterwards. I run because I want my kids to grow up with a strong mommy. I run so I have the energy to do whatever I want, when I want.
I had a choice to make… was I a “Disney race fan girl” or was I a runner?
I rolled out of bed. I laced up my shoes. And in the pouring rain, I ran.
I ran hard. The rain beat against me, hiding my anger and tears. I pounded out my fastest mile yet. And I kept running.
When I looked up, I realized magic was happening. There were 50+ people out there, doing the same thing. Putting in our miles on a short 1 mile path.
There were people lining that path, cheering us on in the rain.
Staff brought out water bottles, we shared smiles. And we ran.
At the end I hugged my “biggest cheerleader”, a lady with an umbrella and huge smile. I thanked her for helping me smile during my very first half marathon.
I earned my medal in the pouring rain, on the running path in front of my hotel.