All right I guess this is where we do race reports? I do a lot of writing so this will get wordy.
Arrived at Wilderness Lodge on Wednesday and took off for the Expo, love the WL, we had never stayed there before. We had a great room, with a great view. I think it is now my third favorite resort. At the Expo I picked up the new Dumbo shoes, I had no idea these were coming out. They look and feel great.
So I ran the Dopey and ran the 5k, 10k with my wife and a friend.
My biggest concern was being on a non-monorail resort for the first time in all of our years.
We dragged out of bed at 4:00 for the 5k and 3:45 for the 10k caught buses easily and had plenty of time to rest in our coral.
We took these early races easy, the weather for the 10k was rainy but it was still only a 6 mile jaunt so it did not bother us too bad and most of the entertainment was still out when we ran by. As far as the entertainment went all the early races were above average on the course entertainment. Lots of characters to meet, and maybe the biggest variety ever. We stopped for many of them and cared less about our time.
Decided for the half to do the same thing, and take it easy, but with the numbers almost doubling for the half I decided we needed to leave at 3:30 for the half. We caught a bus immediately, and my wife started giving me a hard time about me worrying so much about missing the race.....then
THE BUS broke down! Seriously.
It got really tense as people started calculating how long it would take for us to walk to the start line from where we were stranded. Some people started getting mouthy but others calmed them. The bus driver got a hold of the station immediately and they went to work helping. To their credit the bus system was ready for this they were in constant communication with the driver trying to make sure we got to the race on time. We were on the front row so I heard everything. They were determined to get us there.
Another bus pulled up about a block away on another street and we were escorted to it. We arrived at our coral with plenty of time. I would estimate the whole fiasco took about 30 minutes.
The biggest snafu seemed to be the bag check that line was eternal, so I simply folded our clear bag up and wore my hoodie. Skipped that line and safely made it to our coral by 4:55. Anyways nothing else really special about the half, we again took it easy. Characters were once again great! Oogie Boogie out for the half was super cool. Seemed like characters were everywhere.
So everything was going according to schedule, none of us felt worse for wear on Saturday and we took the day off to rest for Sunday. We went to Riverside to do the Create Your Own Pasta deal and that's when our little pleasant trip suddenly changed.
I have this thing about Riverside, our last two trips there ended in disaster: Stomach bug for all five of us and an ER by ambulance trip the next time for our youngest. So I should have known.....
For the rest of the weekend it was one small disaster after another
We left our backpack on the bus, which held about $400 of our money, luckily three hours later we got a call from MK saying they had it, whew.
Went to bed early, and slept peacefully until 11:30 when I started getting texts from some stranger, and could not sleep till well after midnight. Woke up tired at 3:15 because now after "busgate" we were paranoid.
Went to my coral and actually slept for 30 minutes. I had trained to run a 3:55 but as soon as the race started I knew I was in trouble. It was just one of those days. I was sweating profusely at mile 2. The 3:35 pace team left me in the dust by mile 3. My stomach started hurting at mile 4. I was still running 8:30 minute miles but by mile 6 I was creeping up to 8:45. That's when nausea set in, I was dehydrated and I knew it. I would get water and it would settle my stomach, for about half a mile. I knew I had to slow down or I would be risking my health. I had no clue it was so humid.
I was drinking two cups of water at every station by mile 10, and I was running 9 minute miles at this point.
I decided to just get to 13 and then see what happened, I still had an outside dream of getting a sub 4. But when I arrived at 13 I knew there was no way, without collapsing first. So It was decision time, swallow my pride and stay healthy or push myself and risk my health? I chose wisely.
The 4:00 pace team passed me by sometime around mile 14.
Even if I had tried to push for that sub 4 there is no way I could have done it. I was spent. By mile 15 I was lucky to be doing 11 minute miles. Then my hamstrings started to go, and the nausea was not going away. Heard my first ambulance at mile 17, and saw a collapsed man at mile 18 with paramedics working on his chest. Suddenly I was reminded of and, very aware how dangerous this thing is.
At mile 20 I could hardly run, 13 minute miles at best. Nausea and leg pain running wild, took more and more water, and was even drinking powerade by then. This is a far cry from the easy 3:49 I ran just one year ago! What the heck happened? I did not think my training was that off? I mean I can remember still running sub-9 minute miles at mile 20 last year.
Maybe it was the humidity at race start? Maybe it was my 15 extra pounds, or maybe I just did not hydrate as well as years prior.
Heard my first
"You're almost there" at mile 19...seriously 19? I mean I had 7 freakin miles to go!
Anyways the 4:35 pace team schooled me at mile 20 and I was starting to worry I would end up in the 5 hour group. But at this point I was hurting so bad I just wanted to finish. This has never happened to me. Even when I was a much slower runner I had never felt this waisted. I started looking down just barreling forward which caused pain in my back and shoulders.
Thankfully I found a rhythm at mile 22 just shuffling along at a steady 13 minute mile pace. It was still a challenge and I knew I could not go any faster by this point even if a wild boar was behind me. I entered Epcot just welling up with tears (I know, I know drama king right). I could not conceive how miserable I was. Then I got to the finish and I "acted fine" for the bleachers. Waved at the announcers for them to acknowledge my Titans shirt, which they always do, and limped forward to medical for water, ice, and massage not necessarily in that order.
I was relieved and content with a 4:47 finish. But amazed at how I had fell so short of last year. It had to be dinner at Riverside, right?
But it gets worse
My wife had even a worse race than I, and suffered a stress fracture at mile 17, of course she had no clue she had done that she just felt pain she endured. She limped all the from 17 to 26. Finishing at 6:35.
So that night we had plans for Ohana and Trader Sams.....
Our friend was sick and stayed in, my wife got sick while there, and I was the only one who ate. We went in early at 7:00 and I sat on our balcony by myself watching people.
Next day we still tried to do the parks, in fact we did all four, it was our best day. Everest, Festival of Lion King, Tower of Terror, Toy Story, Grand Fiesta and LeCellier, and Wishes to cap off the night.
On the return flight I sat next to a screaming two year old the entire time, I developed a fever somewhere over Georgia, the airport lost our luggage, and my truck would not start when we got to the lot. Took the wife to the doc and got her boot after waiting 3 hours at the office.
On the other hand, I am alive, our luggage is back with us, my truck is fine, my wife is in good spirits, and I am looking forward to next year! LOL But I will never step foot in Riverside again...hahahaha