Delta Lake Half Marathon

I've decided to take a more formal approach to writing my recaps & reviews. Here goes my first shot at it!

Quote of the Race:
"What place is this for," says Jenny after hearing her name and quickly walking up and accepting her award at the after-race-ceremony?
"You got 1st place in your age group," I say to her.
"I got first place???" Jenny says.
"Yup!"
"Whoa!"

RACE STATS:
Location - Delta Lake State Park, New York
Cost - $25 pre-register, $30 day of registration (Can you say "holy crap that's affordable!")
Year of Running - 4th
Sponsor - Roman Runners Club
Charity - Unknown
Number of Participants - 150
Available Races - Half Marathon
Course Condition - Asphalt paved road. Rolling hills and flat stretches.
Pace Groups - None
Expo - None (packet pickup is on race day)

ORGANIZATION, SUPPORT & SPECTATORS
Take this race for what it is; a relatively small and super affordable half marathon organized by mostly volunteers on a course around a beautiful dam lake with only partially closed roads to vehicle traffic and it's one of the most well organized races I've ran to date. There's no official timing chips, but they did an excellent job with results (the official results were only 1 second off the time kept on my wrist watch). There were aid stations every two miles and somewhere between mile 6-8 there was an unofficial aid station with unknown volunteers handing out their own water and candies, or at least it appeared that way to me. There is minimal crowd support, but the spectators that did come out sporadically along the course are a much welcomed treat for runners. The course is not entirely closed to traffic and in some sections runners must run along the shoulder of the road. However, traffic is so little that I never felt endangered (except for the last 1/2 mile, which was my own fault and we'll get to that later). State Troopers on bicycles paced back and forth along the course and firefighters helped close off some roads. I give the race director an A+

ACCESSIBILITY
Coming from Florida this race seems out in the middle of nowhere. A rental car would be a must and the nearest major airport is about an hour away in Syracuse. Pre-race traffic was non-existent and even driving through Rome (the nearest city) at 8 a.m. was a piece of cake. The State Park (start/finish line) had plenty of parking, excellent facilities (with showers) and there was no fee for entrance.

SWAG
A recyclable shopping bag by a local sponsor contained the goodies at pack pickup. Enclosed were a Delta Lake Half Marathon souvenir cup full of chocolate candies, long sleeve high quality cotton Race T-shirt (color is black), bib number, state park brochure/map and safety pins. Not bad for $25 race registration cost. Organizers conducted a free raffle drawing of dozens of prize giveaways from sponsors after the race awards ceremony.

POST RACE AWARDS & FOOD
At the finish line organizers handed out water, Gatorade, bananas & sliced oranges. At the post race finish party area about a quarter mile away there was more food including hot dogs, cookies, coffee, yogurt, apples and more water. Awards were given away to the top three finishers in each age group (10 year age groups) and the top three female and male overall finishers.

MY RACE STORY
Jenny and I arrived about 45 minutes early. This race doesn't start until 9 a.m. How freaking cool is that!?! We had plenty of time to pick up our packets, use the bathrooms and scrutinize over exactly what to wear (it was about 49 degrees at start time). A random gentleman dressed in a suit and tie (probably on his way to church or coming home from a long night out) pulled up to the start line in a sports car, got out and belted out the National Anthem a capella with no microphone. He was awesome. After that and very abruptly, the race director yelled through her bull horn, "on your mark, get set, go!"

And we were off, just as simple as that. No timing chips, no corrals, no fireworks, nada. It's been a long time since I've run in a small race and it was almost comforting to have a simple start. It was only a matter or two or three seconds until I crossed the start line. Jenny and I agreed before the start that we'd go our separate ways. She's faster than me hands down and I wanted her to be free to run it, race it, tempo it or whatever she felt like plus get a longer run in at a faster pace as she's training for a full marathon less than 5 weeks away. I also wanted to try and PR this race. We were told by the race director on the phone that it's a flat course with a few small hills in the first few miles (Warning: this course is NOT flat by Florida standards). I've only participated in two other Half Marathons, both while being injured (Achilles tendon) with times not worth mentioning. In fact, I consider my Half Marathon PR to be during the Seattle Full Marathon in June when I crossed the halfway point right at 2 hours.

Today I'm feeling strong. I'm not injured. I'm well rested and there's very low humidity and favorable temperatures for me. It's time to race. I decide in the first 1/2 mile that anything under 2 hours will suffice. There's a few larger groups of runners to run around in the first 1/2 mile until we find a group at our paces. Jenny runs ahead of me and for the longest time I can see her ponytail bouncing back and forth. I think I lose all sight of her at some point after mile 6.

I'm wearing a L.L. Bean tech T-shirt, Nike running shorts, Brooks running hat and Brooks Adrenaline (with about 250 miles on them) shoes. The temperature is right at that critical envelop for me of almost being too cold, but just right. As we pass the first mile marker I look at my watch and it reads 8:10. "Crap, need to slow down," I tell myself while forgetting that some of the first mile was down hill. The field spreads out and soon there are only a handful of runners around me. We're running through residential neighborhoods. To the left there are lakefront homes - very large and very expensive looking. To the right are some equally impressive looking homes. Occasionally, someone is standing along side the road cheering for us. There's an ever-so-slightly breeze. It feels good on my skin. I'm not sweating. A few runners around me are sweating profusely. I can't help but think of how they'd probably have a heat stroke in Florida.

I pass up the first aid station, but decide to take some water at the mile 4 aid station. I manage to get a mouthful on the run without stopping and discard the mostly full cup near a volunteer with a trash bag (there were no trash cans). Some time after this a group of runners pass me. I begin to ask myself if I'm slowing down. I still feel strong so I keep going at what I feel is a sustainable pace. I begin to ask myself when I'll crash. The last Half Marathon I did, while injured (because I'm stupid), I crashed at mile 8 and actually got passed by a speed walker all because I started out too fast. Today I'm going faster than that "too fast" start last December. This echos back and forth in my mind. It's like some psychological warfare playing games with my subconscious. When will I crash? Will I crash? Maybe if I had some music I'd be distracted. It'd be nice to blast some Papa Roach or Rise Against right about now. . .

At the 10k mark and aid station I'm right around 50 minutes if I remember correctly. This might have been a 10k PR for me, but only mile 6 was marked, not mile 6.2. I decide that I'm a little slower than my 10k PR and that's a good thing because I don't want to crash in a few miles. I see the aid station approaching about a football field away. I reach into my gel pocket and pull one of three GUs out. It will be the only one I feel the need to take during this race despite my going for greatness in bringing three of them. It's "chocolate outrage" with caffeine. Yummy. This time I managed to gobble all of it down in two swallows and just in time to grab a cup of water from a kid that can't be but 7-or-8-years old. He's holding it as high as he can reach and looking up at me with that expression I know all too well; "wow that guy is tall!"
As I take it from him I say, "thanks big guy!"
Then I start to try and drink the water while running. I'm forced to stop and take three or four walking steps in order to ensure I get a LOT of water to mix with the Gu. Just before I resume running I look back at the kid and see him turning to his parents and smiling ear to ear. The giant guy called him a "big guy!"

The next several miles are uneventful. Everyone has kind of found their pace. There are three guys in front of me and one woman. I don't look behind me nor do I care. I'm pretending I'm the predator in this race, not the pray. I never see the mile 8 marker and for a while I start debating with myself of if I'm still in mile 8 or in mile 9... or perhaps I'm approaching mile 10? Soon I see mile 9 and as I pass it I realize I'm still feeling strong and I haven't crashed! I check my watch and then start doing the mental calculations in my head to keep myself occupied. It's a strange thing to try to do time/distance problems in your head while your exerting yourself near Vo2 max. I conclude that at my current pace I will most definitely break 2 hours. In fact, I might be on pace to finish in the low 1:50s. Then I remember the super long downhill stretch that we drove on our way to the race and how basically the last mile is all downhill. Another runner back at mile 3 mentioned the long downhill stretch near the end. If I calculate a long downhill mile into my pace I might be able to finish under 1:50:00. Having a Half Marathon time with the second number starting with 4 sounds a hell of a lot better than 5.

As I consider this I start to feel slightly fatigued. I decide I need to pick up my pace and I need a mantra. If there was ever a time for a mantra it's now! I'm feeling stronger than I've ever felt in a distance race. Without any major catastrophe I will surely PR, but after re-accessing my situation I want more. What would I be happy with no matter what at the finish line? I decide on "finishing strong." No matter what I want to go with negative splits these last few miles and finish strong. Finish Strong.... FINISH STRONG! I yell it in my mind at myself every few seconds as I push myself harder. At mile 10 see a volunteer holding a cup of red liquid. "What is it," I ask as I quickly approach and make eye contact with him. "Gatorade," he replies. "Awesome," I yell as I take it and slam as much in my mouth as I can without gagging. I hear all the volunteers in the background laugh a little behind me. I must look like a maniac. I feel like a maniac! Finish strong bitches!

"Only a 5k left to run," I tell myself. Who's pray? Finish Strong! Those are the only three things floating around in my mind now as we approach mile 11. The same three guys and a woman are still in front of me. They are spread out for about 50 yards with the closest to me being 20 yards away. I pass the first guy on the outside (he was hugging the shoulder) and keep pushing it. Finish strong! Next is the woman. She's wearing long pants, long sleeve shirt and a sleeveless vest over the shirt. God, she must be burning up! She has a gray ponytail and is listening to her iPod. I lay chase for some while and it seems I can't make much progress. I can't believe there's a gray haired woman kicking my arse! She seems to always pull away on any uphill stretch of the course. Finally, there's a long straight flat section and I manage to pass her. What an amazing athlete. I hope she places in her age group!

We reach the mile 12 aid station and all I can think about is the final downhill stretch. Still two guys in front of me, both looking like their in my age division of 30-39 years old. I'm good at downhill. I actually like downhill. Runners always complain about how hard downhill can be and how it'll trash your legs without warning. I have no idea why I'm good at downhill, but I LIKE IT! I take a cup of water and throw it all over the back of my neck and shoulders. It's cold and it feels good and there's no point drinking anything at this point in the race. 1.1 miles to go!

We turn a corner past the "dam" and the aid station and there's a hill that looks like Mt. Everest. I'm sorry for the language, but I belt out the biggest "what the F*ck!" as I look up at this beast before me. Nobody said anything about one of the biggest hills of the race being in the last mile. This is a huge blow to my plan of finishing under 1:50:00. I check my watch, do the math and realize I'm going to have to run something like a 7 minute mile to break 1:50:00 and apparently it's going to be partly UPHILL!

I shorten my stride, lean forward, look down (not to the top of the hill) and swing my arms more violently in an attempt to defeat this monster. There are still two guys within 40 yards of me. They are the only two runners in sight. About halfway up the hill I hear someone huffing and puffing behind me. It's a small short guy and he passes me with an amazing stride. He's new. I haven't seen him the entire race and he's definitely running a sub-7 minute pace uphill! I attempt to pace just behind him and soon realize there's no freaking way! He passes the two guys in front of me and I change my focus on keeping pace with them until we get to the top of the hill. Finish strong!

As we reach the top of the hill I feel myself running harder and keeping my breathing pattern the same. At the top I pass the first guy. Now I can see the long stretch of downhill road leading up to the finish line. Time to finish strong! I don't look at my watch. I just start running faster and faster. I let gravity pull me downhill. I imagine all the increased distance of my stride during that instant in each step where my entire body is airborne and free of the pavement. The machine of a guy that passed me on that hill is rounding the corner and I can barely see him passing the 13 mile marker. He is soon gone. Only that last guy in front of me. He's wearing a white shirt with thin orange stripes on the sides. He's only a few feet away and hugging the shoulder. This part of the road is not closed to oncoming traffic and occasionally there's an oncoming vehicle. Just as I decide to make my move and run on the outside (the only real estate available) and into the road I see a large truck quickly approaching us. I'm shoulder to shoulder with him and I'm in the traffic lane. Rather than drop back behind him I gamble and decide that the truck will probably swerve away from us. Not the smartest decision of the day! The truck passes the point where most drivers would begin a swerve. Crap. No time to get out of the way now! At the last second the truck veers away from us only slightly. The side mirror misses me by an arm's length. I feel the wake turbulence hit my body and with that a huge rush of adrenaline shoots down my spine. I smile, deeply inhale a breath of air and tell myself to "use it."

The adrenaline helps and soon I find myself at a full on sprint. The guy in the white and orange shirt is somewhere behind me.... pray.... I pass the 13 mile marker and can see the finish line. It looks SO FAR away. I can't believe that I'm physically able to sprint at this point! It's really not my style to sprint to a finish line so this is new for me. I can see Jenny standing in the crowd waving and jumping up and down. She's stoked about my time. Then I can hear her yelling my name. Finish Strong, finish strong, finish strong, FINISH STRONG!

As I cross the finish line I nearly collapse. During the last few steps I felt as though my legs were about to buckle. I stared at the clock the entire way through and watched as 49 disappeared and as the seconds behind the 50 ticked away. Whatever, it doesn't matter, I finished strong. Stronger than I've ever finished any race. Jenny is literally jumping up and down. The race director (I forgot her name) comes up and introduces herself as she remembered a telephone conversation with Jenny and thanks us for running her race while visiting "all the way from Florida." I tell her how impressed I am with her race and overall everything. It was a truly awesome moment. Later we find out Jenny (who finished nearly 9 minutes ahead of me and that wasn't even close to her PR time) got 1st place in her age division and was 4th overall out of all females. She's amazing!

My official stats:
40th out of 150 total finishers
7th in my age division
Official time: 1:50:21
Watch time: 1:50:20
Average pace: 8:25

Overall it was a great experience. I finished strong indeed and remained injury free. I can truly say that I left it all out there and now feel freshly energized about running. I'm registered for another Half Marathon next month in Florida with an all flat course and can't wait to see how I do without the hills, although temperature/humidity could still be an issue.

Delta Lake Half Marathon = A+ across the board!

After the race with Delta Lake in the background.

Getting Dirty with some help from my Friends!

Oh Muddy Buddy, how I love thee!

On Saturday six friends converged upon Disney's Wide World of Sports for the Orlando venue of Muddy Buddy, a 6 to 7 mile two-person team race featuring running, mountain biking, obstacle courses and a super dirty mud pit. I'm happy to report that Teams Rockstar (Jenny and myself), Hot Wheels (Justin and Tracy) and Rift Raft (Erin and Joey) were well prepared with matching outfits, decorated bikes and even a last minute underpants stunt!

Let me first say that the way Muddy Buddy works, if you haven't heard, is simple. Each team is composed of a bicyclist and a runner that follow the same course and start at about the same time. There are five transition areas with different obstacles (wall climb, cargo net climb/slide, balance beam, net crawl and mud pit). Runner and biker switch at these transition areas. Generally, the bicyclist arrives first and leaves the bike for the runner who then passes the teammate before arriving at the next transition area. Hopefully, both runner and biker arrive at the end at the same time where they must crawl/swim/fight through a mud pit together before crossing the finish line with their "Muddy Buddy."

Age divisions are in combined ages. Our group of three co-ed teams had three age divisions covered. There are about 2,000 teams in the race (4,000 participants). Yup, it's a pretty big deal.

Rockstar, Hot Wheels and Rift Raft met the night before the race in Orlando. Rockstars and Hot Wheels booked a race sponsor (Disney) resort hotel (All-Star Sports Resort) for it's convenience (proximity to race site) and price (discounted to $88 per night after taxes), but in true Disney fashion quickly found out that Disney once again gets a capital FAIL in accommodating runners (no-late check out and providing coffee/breakfast starting at 6 a.m. when race participants must be at the race by 5:45 a.m.).

Dinner the night before was a blast. After a few "adult beverages" we found ourselves in one of the hundreds of cheesy tourist trap stores around the resort area of Orlando. These stores generally sell nothing but junk at inflated prices. Someone (they shall remain anonymous) decided it would be a great idea to purchase and wear novelty "BVD" whitey tighty underpants on the outside of our running outfits for the race. Hilarity ensued.

Hey, super heroes wear underpants on the outside of their tights.... right?

And we are nothing short of super heroes!


Yup, that's right.... those novelty underpants all have one thing in common: FARTING!


Jenny and I decorated our whip.... or ahhh... bike. As you can see we convinced the tourist trap store owners that we needed a "Sale" balloon for the race. The idea here was to be able to find our bike in the transition areas without wasting much time.

Here you can see Team Rockstar completely geared up before the race!

The actual race was insane and so much fun! I will definitely be doing this race again in the future. Jenny and I started in Wave 8 (since it's trails they stagger the starts to avoid crowding) with me on the mountain bike and her running. Our strategy was to start the stronger biker and runner with that event because whatever you start on you do one more time than the other. I started behind several hundred bicyclist. Later I'd learn that Jenny started almost with her foot on the start line of runners (yup, that's my girlfriend!). If I could do it again I would have fault my way to the start line of bicycles. The first 5-minutes was nuts. It seemed everyone in front of me was slower or just out for a lazy weekend bike ride. The trail was not wide and features few places to pass, but I found and used them all. By the time I made it to the first transition I looked around and could see very few blue wrist bands (each wave was assigned different color wrist bands) and it was apparent most of Wave 8 was behind me. Kickass!

The run was a bit difficult to begin as my legs felt super heavy. I'm not a triathlete and definitely NOT used to brick workouts, but after a few minutes I got up to speed and again found myself passing a lot of runners. I am NOT used to passing people in races and began to feel guilty each time. The running surface was mostly grass and sand through fields and pine forests. This happens to be my favorite running surface. Screw asphalt!

At the second transition area I arrived running before seeing Jenny pass me on the bike. I started to worry that she might have had a problem with the bike. A list of possible problems ran through my head. Could she not find the bike? Did the seat not adjust? Did she throw a chain? As I waited in line for the obstacle, a 20' tall cargo net climb to an inflatable slide, I see her fly by on the bike. "Rockstar!" I yell at her. We are on course and doing well!

For the next few transitions everything is perfect. We flip flop during the run/bike right on pace. after each of my runs I start slowly on the bike to catch my breath and then get on it toward the end passing more and more people and seeing fewer and fewer blue wrist bands. At several points (small muddy creek crossings, sandy hills, or steep grades) I jump off the bike, throw it on my shoulder and run with it. This allows me to go so much faster than those trying to ride through it and proves to be a great strategy, although both balloons burst or break. At one point while I'm running a guy dressed as Fred Flintstone passes me. I notice he has a blue wrist band.

"Oh hell no," I say to myself and I lay chase.

Old Fred sets the pace and while he remains ahead of me I stay with him for the remainder of the race both running and biking. Before I know it we're on the last leg. I'm on the bike and I can see Jenny running 100 feet ahead. I pass a volunteer that yells out "only 1/2 mile to go," and I slow up behind Jenny. My thinking is I don't want to rush her and we have to finish together so why pass her yet? I follow slowly for about a quarter mile and lose sight of Fred Flintstone. Then I ride up and yell "Hey Rockstar, we're doing great!" She smiles and says a few words, but I can tell she doesn't want to chat at such a fast pace. I hang out for a few hundred feet and then decide to ride ahead in case there's any delay in ditching the bike before the mud pit. It turns out that the volunteer telling us 1/2 mile to go was smoking crack and it was really about a full mile. I ditch the bike and run over to the meet up area only to find Fred Flintstone also waiting for his partner. Only a few seconds later I see Jenny barreling down the course to us!

She arrives and we leave Fred there waiting for his partner and charge the mud pit. This part is a blur to me and I can't wait to see the official pictures (I just might buy one). We crawl through the mud and it really isn't that bad. There are rope lines to crawl under. I hold each line up for Jenny as we make our way to the end. We cross the finish line together covered in mud holding hands and smiling!

Immediately after finishing we were a little confused about where our friends were so we decided to rinse off. The showing area consists of probably a hundred hoses and people everywhere stripping down to underwear. It was a strange site. We wash our hair and try to get most of the mud off. Jenny donates her Brooks to charity and we work our way back to the vehicles in the parking lot and find team Hot Wheels and Rift Raft. We all have celebratory beers and spend a few hours watching other teams finish and hanging out.

The mud pit before the race. It smelled like cow manure.

The Mud Pit during the race...

Teams Rockstar, Hot Wheels and Rift Raft after the race with celebratory beers!

Unofficial Team Rockstar Results (Muddy Buddy hasn't posted the official results yet)

Time: 49:40
Place in 66-75 Age Division: 10th
Overall Place out of 2,000 Teams: 141st

Not bad considering we agreed before the race to "try" and run at only tempo pace since we have a scheduled 16-miler training run the next day!

This was a great experience and I'd recommend Muddy Buddy with flying colors! It really is fun for every level runner/biker. People get dressed up all crazy and nobody takes it too seriously. It's a great vibe and complete blast! And.... AND you can drink beer at the finish!

Disney Marathon Recap (Part II)

If you haven't read the first half of this recap you can catch up HERE.
-Warning: This is going to be long-

Never in my life have I run such a long distance wearing SO much clothing. As Harrison and I leave behind the organized chaos that was the start line we attempt to find our agreed upon pace. This is not an easy task because of several factors. First, we're surrounded by thousands of other runners... slower runners and it's dark and below freezing with many hazards such as discarded clothing and plastic bags spread across the course. Second, I'm wearing so much clothing that it's hard to judge how fast I'm running compared to normal Florida running (aka wearing the least amount of clothing possible). And third, my feet aren't exactly warm, but more like numb stumps making it even more difficult to run. As we approach Mile 1 there is a clock with red numbers for an ungodly amount of lapsed time since the official start of the race. I did manage to remember to start my watch as we crossed the start line so I could have an idea of my chip time, but I didn't feel like pulling back all the layers of clothing to find the damn thing. Some quick rough math and I figured we were running an 11-minute pace. "Good effing God we're going slow," I think to myself. Then I see Harrison checking his watch out of the corner of my eye. He starts to mumble something. Reading his mind, I say "it's alright, we'll speed up as we warm up," or at least I think I'm saying something to that affect. In reality I really haven't a clue of how this fiasco is going to turn out.

Not much later Harrison tells me to hold up for a second as he very quickly stretches is calves since he did not get a chance to do it back before the race started. I take a second and look around. We're on a 4-lane highway that has been closed down for the race. There's nothing but forest around us and many runners are climbing down the road shoulder to piss in the woods. I get a chuckle thinking about how this is probably the one event out of the year where thousands of people will get away with pissing and occasionally taking a dump out in the open all across 40-square miles of Disney World property. I'm also reminded that I haven't pooped in two freaking days despite eating an insane amount of food and wonder if this will become an issue! Soon we're running again and as we approach mile 3 we see the leaders running by on the other side of the road. From what I can tell one of the Brazilians is out front with two runners pretty much drafting him and a fourth runner a few hundred feet behind. They must have already run through Epcot, back out through the parking lot and onto the highway again toward the Magic Kingdom. No telling how far ahead they are, but one thing is for sure; they are making us look like we are standing still as they disappear into the dark pulling away and heading the same direction as us but on different section of the course.

The first aid station arrives and I ask Harrison, "You good?" He yells back, "I'm good," and we blast through not taking any water. This may have been a mistake. Then we're in Epcot and the course narrows causing a huge bottleneck of runners making it nearly impossible to pass any of the slower paced runners we seem to be stuck with (this bottle-necking occurred more times than I could keep track of off and on for the entire race). Harrison told me prior to the race that he has never been to Disney World. Knowing this I decided to tell him a little bit of the limited knowledge I have from dozens of trips I have made to the theme parks. I make a joke about the big golf ball looking thing. I explain all the countries that surround the lake and how terrible the hangover from "drinking around the world" can be at Epcot. I point out the Living Seas Aquarium and tell him about how I once got to go scuba diving for free inside it while on a date. Harrison is silent.

This is my first realization that something is going on; something is not right. The previous long run Harrison and I did together that went so well for both of us was full of conversation. I wonder if he is overwhelmed by everything happening? I wonder if something is going wrong with him? I wonder if he's just freezing balls like I am?

We approach another aid station as we're leaving Epcot. I look over at Harrison and say "next time we're here it'll be mile 25." We both turn down the Powerade and take a cup of water. To our surprise we get more than water. My cup is like a 7-Eleven Slurpee and Harrison's cup is solid ice. The cups of water are freezing faster than they can give them out. Bet Disney didn't see that one coming. What's even more messed up is the inevitably spilled water is freezing on the pavement forming a fine layer of ice to run across. I almost can't believe I'm in Florida! At later aid stations, for lack of better supplies, volunteers throw beach sand on top of the ice making the ice under the sand even harder to see and avoid. Ironically, the "aid stations," quickly become the most dangerous part of the race!

At Mile 4 we're back near the starting area and there is a huge crowd of spectators lining the course. Cowbells, whistles, clapper devices, screaming and yelling fills the darkness. I'm aware that this is one of the points that the Girlfriend and D, who were attempting to meet up with Morgan (Caution:Redhead Running) and Spike (Running Spike), were planning to cheer us on so I start scanning the crowd. Everyone is so covered up trying to stay warm that I start to think I might not even be able to recognize them. Just as we're about to go through a gate ending the free spectator area I hear my name being yelled out by a voice from the past. A voice of an old friend that I'll always recognize the timbre.... it's Morgan! I turn around in the direction of the voice, but can't see her 5'1" tall frame amongst the crowd. However I do see my Girlfriend and also Spike. We've already passed them and are moving along so quick there's no way to go back and say anything with so many people right behind me. Seeing them and knowing they're all there brings a smile to my face.

The next few miles are uneventful. We pass a chip sensor at mile 5 and I feel my phone buzz from the automatic text message update alert and a DJ announcer guy calls out my name completely wrong. My first name is NOT Steven! This is the second race this has happened. In the Halafthon they said I was from New Port Ritchey, which is completely wrong. At least I know my D-tag is working after starting on the wrong course. The first hints of sunlight start to show up on the horizon and now I start to notice the "freakers" in this race. At least five Jack Sparrows are running within a mile front and back of us. One guy wearing all blue and a U.S. Coast Guard sweater has his entire face painted blue and even is using a blue latex cap to cover his hair. At first I think he is one of the famous "Blue Man Group" guys, but then realize that's a Universal Studios thing, not Disney. I'm baffled at all the women I see carrying stuffed animal Disney characters. I shouldn't talk since I'm carrying my own gear,* but unless the stuffed animal is super warm a giant hand warmer I don't see the motivation to carry it 26.2 miles. The best example is a very large woman. She doesn't look like she should physically be able to run a marathon so props to her for going for it, but seriously? She is holding a human sized stuffed Goofy character. With the giant stuffed animal and being so large she is causing some serious issues with people trying to get around her! Then there are the novelty T-shirts saying all kinds of funny quotes. My award for the best one of the race goes to the girl I saw with the shirt that read "I will not remember any of this."

In my mind I had this ideal image of the sunrise and its brilliant orange, red and pink rays of light streaking across the sky with one of several classic Disney landmarks in the foreground. It would be a great picture I told myself. In real life the only thing I wanted was the sunshine. When the sunrise finally arrives we happen to be passing a gas station of all things. Beautiful....

Somewhere around Mile 8 Harrison asks to stop again. His calves are cramping up so he starts to stretch them again. Knowing that sometimes stretching along with massaging helps leg cramps I offer that advice. He starts massaging them himself and I decide to help. We probably look like quite the couple on the side of the road as hundreds of runners pass. His calves feel as hard as concrete. It freaks me out to the point that I say "holy shit" aloud. It's as if he is flexing them on purpose as hard as he can. I feel my own calf muscles and they feel like mash potatoes compared to his cramping calves! He doesn't say for sure if they are any better or not, but after a few minutes of walking we start running again. After Mile 9 we come to an aid station and I decide to take a Gu. Thank God for Vanilla Bean Gu, my new favorite Gu ever! This will be a treat!

First, I have to unzip my pocket. This turns out to be an advanced skill. I'm wearing two pairs of gloves and it's now that I realize I can't feel any of my fingers. My left pocket will not unzip. It's just not happening so I switch to the right pocket and SUCCESS! I reach in, grab the first thing I feel and pull out a Vanilla Bean Gu... SUCCESS. Next, I attempt to rip it open... FAIL. By now we've reached the water tables and I'm forced to take a water if I don't want to stop moving forward. This creates a new problem of trying to open this damn Gu and also not spill my half frozen cup of water. Finally, I get pissed off and bite the living hell out of the Gu and thus having it splooge out half on my glove, some on my face and the rest in my mouth... SUCCESS! You must always take great joy in overcoming even the smallest accomplishments when overcoming adversity!

As we pass the Contemporary Resort I can't remember if this is where our friends were going to try and see us again or if it was the near the halfway point. There are quite a few people cheering us on, but I don't see anyone I know. Soon after, we enter the Magic Kingdom and the crowd is huge, the biggest yet, and I feel a little anxiety start to overcome me simply because I can't feel any of my fingers and it seems to be getting worse. I start to worry about hypothermia, or just the fact that my body might be concentrating blood circulation in my core. This makes me angry. I hate being cold! I tuck my hands under my sweatshirt and under my arms. It's not that I hear that family timbre calling my name again. I look to the crowd and this time spot them better than last time. Slightly confused because I didn't expect to see anyone within the Magic Kingdom** I see before me Morgan, Spike and Beth (Discom-BOB-ulated Running). By this point Harrison and I have a little joke going on about an old Saturday Night Live skit involving Will Ferrell and Christopher Walken and a band where Ferrell is playing the cowbell in the studio. We've already yelled out "More Cowbell" to quite a few spectators and I yell back at Morgan, "more cowbell," but I can't tell they can't hear me so I just wave like a fool as I run past. I'm really just stoked they are all here to support all their friends and me! Then I try and yell back, "I can't feel my fingers," and "where are the others?" Why I felt the need to say this is beyond me? Then I realize that 1.) they can't hear me and 2.) they can't even tell I'm saying anything because my lips are covered up with my neoprene "ninja mask." Feeling like an idiot I wave goodbye, turn and start the run toward Cinderella's Castle. It's funny the things you say, do and think while running a marathon. I remember thinking after this incident about how that was the first time I've ever seen Discom-BOB-ulated in real life and how she seemed taller than what I thought from reading her blog.

The rest of the Magic Kingdom is uneventful. It looks exactly the same as it did when I was 5-years-old. I tell Harrison about a few things about the park, but he's being awfully quite. The only thing that shocks me is that the Thunder Mountain ride looked a lot larger when I was a child. We exit the park and are back on the highway. Harrison has to stop a few more times because of severe muscle cramping. I'm starting to feel really bad for him. I can see the frustration in his face and hear it in his voice. It's almost a confusion of "why did this happen to me this time, but not other times?" Just before an aid station I hear someone say, "is that Sylvan? Hey Sylvan!" I turn around and find Jessica and Julie, two sisters that were high school friends and we all played together in high school band (Go Cuda Band!). I knew they were running the race in honor of the mother and raising money for a charity, but I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to hook up with them as I didn't have a phone number. Out of 24,000 runners we just happened to run into each other. Amazing! What's more amazing is I haven't seen them since high school. We stopped after the aid station and had Harrison take a few pictures of us, but then parted ways as we were all running different paces.

Near the halfway point I spotted the Girlfriend and D outside the Grand Floridian resort cheering for us! I waved and yelled to Harrison to let him know they were there. Disney kept them back about 20-unnecessary-feet from the course (a little frustrating if you want to go say hi to a loved one). I felt bad that they were out in the cold, but it really helped knowing they were out there for us. The best news after this point is when I started to regain feeling in my fingers. The sunshine got stronger and helped warm me up as I was in mostly black clothing. The worst news is the longest few miles of the race were ahead of us.

The next 8 or 9 miles pretty much the hardest. Before and after the Animal Kingdom were long stretches of highway. Disney does a great job of trying to keep it interesting considering what they are working with, but when you take away the random cast members and other oddities it's just a bland roadway and a few insanely large parking lots. At one point we run past a waste water treatment plant. Disney tried to create a distraction by having two large hot air balloons right in front of the plant, but that didn't stop the smell of sewage from catching our attention. Somewhere off in the distance I hear another runner singing "Oooooh that smell... can't you smell that smell..." from Lynyrd Skynyrd's "That Smell." At another point I look over at the ditch along side the road. It's full of water. About 3-or 4-feet deep. There's a thin layer of ice frozen over the top of it. I almost trip over the slower runner in front of me as I can't believe what I'm seeing. Never in my life in FLORIDA have I seen any body of water even remotely come close to freezing! We made it through the Animal Kingdom without being eating by any lions. In fact, we did not see one animal. There were a lot of bottlenecks again and right after leaving the park at Mile 18, Harrison experienced the worst cramping yet.

I ponder my options as he stretches on the curb. For the first time I consider leaving him behind and going it alone. He is now cramping in his quads... NO BUENO. I figure that since the problem is obviously cramps we don't need to be worried about injury. If they are cramps they should be able to be stretched, massaged and worked out with time. They are severe enough that he can't push through the cramping without stopping and walking or stretching. The many transitions from running to walking is starting to take its toll on me. At our current pace we should be able to walk faster, which is another problem; for whatever reason I'm now experiencing minor pain in my ankles when I walk, but not run. Our original plan was to take 1 or 2 minute walk breaks every 15-minutes of running, but currently we're taking so many walk breaks because of cramping that I've lost count. I'm feeling really strong. I'm no longer cold and I'm not fatigued at all. Other than the first few miles when I had more clothing on, I haven't even sweated at all. There's 8.2 miles left in this race and I feel like I could run the rest of it without stopping at an easy 9-minute pace. Then I consider that my entire reason for running with Harrison and taking walking breaks is to finish the race without provoking further injury to my Achilles tendon and while my physical endurance can easily finish this race quickly, my Achilles may not hold up. I remember the Girlfriend's words, "run to race another race."

For the first time, I pull out my cell phone from my newly purchased Spi Belt and shoot a text message to Girlfriend saying "@ 18 w/ Harrison. He is having severe leg cramps. I am going to stay with him."

Decision made. Harrison got me into this marathon business 7 or 8 months ago... screw the finish time. That's not the goal anyways of "Plan Whatever!" Through hell or high water we're going to finish this race together!

Miles 18 to 20 seem to be absolute hell for Harrison. Our running pace slows to the point that a speedwalker could pass us and we have to stop time after time to stretch and massage. He turns down the free Biofreeze at a medic tent, but I finally convince him to take some Tylenol at the next medical tent. I tell him that it can't hurt to at least try it and I even pop one of the two pills they hand me as we walk up. Honestly, my feet are starting to ache a little from going from walk to run and back so much. Inside the tent there are about a dozen very healthy and fast looking runners wrapped up in multiple Mylar blankets. Each one of them owns a spaced out expression on their faces. Most of their complexions are ghost white and hypothermic looking. As we walk away I turn to Harrison and say, "dude, it could always be worse," and for the first time of the entire race I get a laugh out of him.

When we arrive at Mile 20 they are playing Van Helen's "Jump" over the loud speakers. Right when the song gets to the "jump" I leap up in the air next to Harrison and yell "jump." I'm feeling really good. This is further than I've ever run on a long run and I'm a little hungry, but for the most part I'm fine. The cold is no longer bothering me. I'm not sweating. I decide to ditch my sweater, eat a banana and take another Gu. Only a 10k to go! Totally cake!

Sometime after Mile 20 Harrison and I come up with a plan; attempt to run for 4 minutes no matter what before walking again. He makes it 7 minutes! Woohoo! We're rebounding from those two terrible miles. We walk a few minutes and attempt to go 7 minutes again. He makes it and now we're at the entrance to MGM (or Hollywood Studios or whatever it is called these days) and guess what? They have candy. Sweet and Sour Gummy Worms to be exact. I grab the biggest handful I can get out of the box and devour them like a starving African (however, for the record I am not even close to feeling like a Kenyan despite all the motivational signs Disney put up). Let me just tell you these were the best damn gummy worm candy I've ever had my entire life!

About halfway through MGM Harrison needs to stop again. I now notice that Harrison can walk faster than I can walk. Walking fast simply hurts. I haven't a clue why, but I'd rather walk slow or run so I let him walk ahead of me. A couple minutes later he turns around from 40 feet ahead and we give each other the nod and start running again. I have no problem catching up, it's just the speed walking that hurts. Next thing I know... poor crowd control on Disney's part... a mob of stroller pushing mothers breaks rank and we almost run right into a freaking stroller! Disney did such a great job of keeping the non-paying spectators on the outside of the parks at a ridiculous safe distance, but I just almost got run over by a stroller pushed by an angry mother that is having her sub-freezing day at Disney World being hampered by a random marathon. Miles 23 through 26.2 are not the places to have crowd control issues.

We make it out of MGM alive and then encounter the boardwalk around a lake and the Yacht Club, Beach Club and Swan & Dolphin Resorts. I love running on boardwalks. They give a little and are easy on the legs. However, I do not love running into a headwind with a wind chill factor in the 20s after I've thrown away all my warm clothes for the last two miles of a marathon! Harrison and I hump our way through it and eventually emerge into the back part of Epcot. They are giving out chocolate. I grab a ton of it again like I'm a starving African and begin stuffing my face. After the race Jessica told me that by the time the reached this spot Disney had run out of chocolate and the only evidence were thousands of Hershey's chocolate wrappers laying on the ground. I think I would have killed myself... or just gone into one of the nearby "countries" and started drinking heavily.

At Mile 25 I heard that family timbre again and just as she had promised, Morgan and Spike were waiting to cheer us on and I was able to stop for a quick picture with the Redhead (who is hardcore for spectating in this freezing madness). I asked if we were the last of the group to come through and they said they haven't seen Melissa (I don't Need Excuses) yet. Upon looking at the times, she must have been right behind us. It's too bad we didn't get to see each other and if I had know she was so close behind I would have stayed to cheer her in like the Daytona Half Marathon.

The finish line is now in site. I spot the Girlfriend and D in the crowd, wave for a picture and then Harrison and I cross the finish line, arms raised high in the air, both at the same time and continue into the chute. I grab a Mylar blanket, which I throw away almost just as fast as getting it (it was super annoying and a pain in the arse to keep wrapped around me with all the wind), and then approach the guy giving out the medals. I have this thing about race medals. I don't like to wear them. I don't know why... I just don't like to wear them. I extend my hand out, but he won't hand it over. Instead he makes me this very Tall surfer-guy-turned-runner bend down so he can place it around my neck. At first, I'm like "what the eff, give me my metal!" But, once I bend down, get the medal and take a look at it I leave it around my neck. For once, I'll wear this medal for a bit.

We pass through the food tent and I grab a bunch of food; basically a little of every thing I see. We cross out into the "Family Reunion Area" and I hear the Girlfriend's voice yelling my name. She runs over to give me a hug and I pick her up off the ground. She hesitates with concern about me picking her up, but then realizes I'm fine and multiple kisses follow. Yup, it was great, I'm not going to lie.

Dees arrives just in time to catch us leaving and since it's windy and we've all had way too much cold for one day we agree on getting the hell out of Dodge. Next destination? Panera Bread, where I eat the hell out of a chicken sandwich, huge chocolate chip cookie and drink a sugary soft drink (I was craving sugar for some reason). Before making the trip back to New Smyrna Beach we hang out for a while at Dees house. I inspect my feet. No blisters and all toenails accounted for and best of all? My Achilles tendon appears to be normal with no swelling!***

Here are a few interesting stats I looked up:

Registered Runners - 24,000
Runners Finished - 16,883 (no word on how many crossed that start line)
Harrison and My chip time - 5:53:35 (I could care less, but I feel we would have been about an hour faster without the cramping)
My Calorie burn according to MapMyRun - 3,010

Food consumed within 24 hours of finishing the Disney Marathon (excluding Panera Bread):
-Two large pizzas from Dominos (night after and lunch the next day)
-1 protein shake
-Chicken Parmesan flat bread sandwich
-Large bag of cashews
-Countless glasses of water
-1 Rockstar energy drink
-Half carton of Orange Juice
-Box of raisins
-Ham, egg and cheese bagel from Bagel World.
-1 Cliff Builder's protein bar
-White wine sauce over Salmon and pasta with peppers, mushrooms & scallions
-Large bag of almonds
-3 girl scout cookies
-5 of my roommate's tater tots stolen directly off his plate
-Several glasses of cranberry juice

And yes... I did finally poop, but not until after countless "silent" farts during the race and a few loud ones and not until well after the race was over THANK GOD! So in the greatest sense of humor I can confidently say I ran the coldest damn Disney Marathon in history while being constipated with a cramping friend while the best friends ever were there to support me, run with me and provide MORE COWBELL all in a SUCCESSFUL effort to finish my first marathon!

Plan Whatever... a SUCCESS.

And on a side note:
I really thought I was unprepared for this race. I wonder if I would have even showed up if I didn't have my wonderful support network of friends? One of my blog readers, who seriously needs to start her own blog already and stop being only a reader, wrote me today with the following as part of her email:
I did the non-traditional race this year and decided to:

A) run no more than 6 miles to prep
B) carb-load with wine in the days before the marathon
C) party hard w/Jello Shots until 12:30 in the morning at a friend's surprise party the night before the marathon
D) party so hard that I forgot to eat a pre-marathon dinner
D) pray to God that I wouldn't die during the run

However, this is a terrible approach and I would never do it again.

I laughed out loud so hard when I read that and I must say that while she has a great since of humor, she did have ligament excuses for not being able to prepare. However, she did finish and it's nice to know that someone else out there was even more unprepared than myself and still managed to have some fun because that's what running is all about! She also called me out on my serious lack of finishing up this recap as a few other have as well. I'm sorry it took me so long and as one of you put it, my legs might be sore, but not my fingers. I've been bombarded with work this week, plus I had company fly in from Puerto Rico for a few days. So here it is... the recap and I hope you enjoyed it! Now I have a lot of reading to catch up on as I haven't had a chance to read any other blogs yet.



*Yes, I ran 27+ freaking miles in 27 freaking degree weather carrying an Olympus Stylus SW freeze proof camera the entire way!
** Disney requires spectators to buy normal park admission tickets if they want to watch from within a park... I think.
*** The day after the marathon I noticed a good amount of swelling in the right ankle, which is the opposite foot from the Achilles tendon injury. It's not painful, but it is significant and I'm treating it with R.I.C.E. I believe whatever is going on here is what was prohibiting me from walking fast toward the later part of the race, probably just from pounding pavement for so dang long. I really feel like it was a 6 hour hike, not a run.

Disney Marathon Recap (Part I)

Guess what?

Your friendly neighborhood TallGuySurfing is still alive with no new injuries and is no longer a marathon virgin. That's right folks! In the face of some pretty heavy adversity we came, saw, froze and conquered the coldest Disney Marathon in history. But first, let's start at the beginning.

To bring you up to speed it all started at the beginning of last summer. I was at my friend Harrison's house drinking some beers. We had this great conversation about marathon running. At first I told him he was insane for wanting to run said marathon, but a few beers later I stood up and proclaimed to the world that "I too shall run this so-called marathon!" Then the training began and this blog transformed into a mostly surfing blog to a mostly running blog (don't worry I will always be a surfer first) and then I injured my Achilles tendon the first week of October. Training program be damned and the decision was made to run the Disney Marathon (non-refundable deposit) as a fun, relaxed and experience gaining race. Eventually it was decided to run with Harrison (who uses the Galloway training program of running combined with walking) and perhaps finish with him since I could not run my normal pace because of the injury. Finally race weekend arrived and that brings us up to speed.

Since the Disney Marathon officially starts at 5:40 a.m. and all the instructions sent out by the race coordinator instructed us to be at the starting area before 5 a.m. preferably 4 a.m., our little crew was grateful to be put up by a surfer friend (Dees) that lives in Orlando very near Disney World. On Saturday afternoon, myself along with my girlfriend (yes, TallGuySurfing now has a girlfriend :-) she's a marathon runner and she's awesome and soon I'm gonna make her into a surfer as well, hehe), Harrison and his wife, D, headed over to Orlando a day early. First on the agenda? Race packet pickup and the Expo!



The first thing I noticed about the pre-race experience is how well organized Disney is and with little effort we found our way to The Wide World of Sports Complex and easily picked up our bib numbers at the Milk House and even managed to get Harrison upgraded into Corral B with me so we could run together from the start and not be lost in a maze of 24,000 runners. Soon we entered the actual expo. This was super exciting for me. It seemed like everyone who is anyone in the running world was set up offering their newest products. We spent about two hours trying on shoes, talking to venders, laughing at funny T-shirts, making race posters at the Sharpie booth and eating some wonderful samples of Cliff products. It was a perfect expo experience; not too crowded and not longer enough to tire our tapering legs.


Right around dinner time we arrived at Dees house, which happens to be in the same neighborhood as Tiger Woods home (don't worry he didn't attack any of us or hit on my girlfriend). Dees was stoked as always to see us and it was great to see him and his house. D made us all the perfect pre-race dinner (grilled chicken breasts and pasta with white or red sauce). Whenever D makes anything it's good. I'll even eat foods that I hate if she has cooked it. I started carb loaded two days before in small portions so after this meal I felt more fueled than ever! The only thing I was concerned about was getting a pre-race poop in before having to start running. So far my body was not having it, which is very strange for me. After dinner Harrison and I got everything organized for our 3:20 a.m. wake up call and even put on a little fashion show. OK, well, I did by trying on all the cheap thrift store throw away clothing I purchased a few days earlier.

Throw-away clothing inventory:
70% Wool trench coat - $8
Cotton Sweatshirt with my work logo on it - Free
Sleeveless zip-up Fleece - $4
Over sized Cotton sweatpants with the legs cut open - $3.88
Cheap white gloves to wear over running gloves - $1.50
Neoprene Face Guard (aka Ninja mask) - $2


After making sure everything fit I cuddled up on the couch with the girlfriend next to the fireplace and we all watched a surfing video Dees had just bought. Pretty soon everyone went to bed and the last time I looked at the clock it was a little after 11 p.m..... that was until 2 a.m. when I woke up sweating for no good reason. I got up and used the bathroom. That's when my whole world started closing in on me, you know, like when just before you pass out? I leaned over, put my hands on my knees to stabilize and tried to decide if I should lay down or throw up in the toilet. I managed to collect myself and return to the couch where laying down helped. Girlfriend got me a glass of water and I felt better and thankful at the same time. Seriously, I don't know what the heck was wrong with me, but it passed and soon it was time to get up, eat a cliff bar, two bananas and some almonds, drink a LOT of water and hit the road.

We were out the door by 4:20 a.m. (we planned on 4 a.m.). I knew this was not good, but tried not to stress too much about it. Almost as soon as we exited the Interstate onto Disney property we hit traffic congestion, just as the race coordinators warned. It wasn't until 5:20 a.m. that we found a parking spot in the Epcot parking lot. Then we had to walk about 1/2 mile to the starting area. I decided not to check a bag at the last minute. There was already too much stress in the air to worry about it. Just before the bag check-in tents (where only runners are allowed past) we found the typical long lines of portable restrooms with long lines of people waiting. Not knowing if we'd have another chance we wasted about 10 minutes waiting and going to the restrooms. Still... no poop for me. I swear with all the pre-race stress in the air I think I was more concerned about the fact that it had been more than a day since I pooped and I had eaten twice as much food as I normally do in that amount of time. Where the heck is my body storing it all??? I know sometimes I'm full of crap, but seriously? SERIOUSLY?

Just as we left the bathrooms explosions sounded and we could see fireworks in the far distance. Shit! The race was starting and we were not even close to the start line. A quick goodbye was said to the Girlfriend and D and Harrison and I started "jogging." I quickly ditched my wool trench coat (a bloody shame) and Harrison pulled off his outer layer sweat pants. First, we went through the bag check tents, then followed signs for another 1/2 mile. We passed many people walking, who seemed not to care that the race was beginning. The Girlfriend gave me a card the night before and told me to read it just before the race. I struggled to rip it open with the double gloves I was wearing. Then I read it aloud so Harrison could hear. I regret having to throw it away because I can't remember it word for word, but it was one of the best good luck wishes I've ever read. Included inside was a sticker of a raccoon sticking his head out over top a log. It read "Seize the Moment." I peeled it off and stuck it to my chest. As we approached what appeared to be a staging area for our Corral B a volunteer told us we were too late and the course was closed. We would have to start in the later corrals. Disney starts its marathon with many corrals divided between two courses. Both courses merge at the 4 mile point. The course we were supposed to start in looked like a disaster area with clothes thrown about everywhere almost as if 10,000 people stripped down and went streaking. Parallel to our intended starting course was the second course with many MORE corrals, half of which were still waiting to start; another 10,000 people in various stages of removing clothing and crowding together.

I asked two different volunteers if we started in the other course if our D-chips would still register and our races would be officially timed and got two different answers. This concerned me greatly, but there wasn't much I could do about it other than make sure I time my own race on my own watch. A few seconds later we found ourselves herded into the last corral of the entire race. I just kept thinking about the fact that 24,000 runners would be ahead of us and how much it is going to suck to try and pass slower paced runners the entire race. I looked back at Harrison and he seemed to be as confused as I was with a huge look of pure stress upon his face. A few other runners next to us were in the same situation. Then about 10 of us jumped the fence between the two beginning courses and started jogging past the thousands of runners all clumped together trying to stay warm and waiting for their corrals to get the green light. My morbid mind equated it to a scene in the movie "I Am Legend" where Will Smith is trying to get his family out of New York City. It seemed like a good quarter mile we ran past thousands of runners until we found the front and were immediately stopped by more volunteers. Upon showing them our bibs with our corrals they let us onto the course and said "go ahead and start."

I looked back and could see the endless pack of runners ready to pounce. The start line must be 100 feet wide. Seeing this just behind you and then hearing the dude on the load speaker start a countdown from 10....9....8..... is intimidating as hell. Ahead of us nearly another quarter mile was the official start line for the course we were not supposed to be starting from with nothing but scattered clothing and plastic bags everywhere! 7....6....5....4..... I looked at Harrison and said, "man we gotta get some distance from them," and we picked up the pace a bit. Before leaving the house I incorporated about 10 minutes of stretching into my routine. Harrison did not stretch with the intention of stretching at the start line, not that stretching in 26 degree weather would help. I could see the stress on Harrison's face and noticed how quiet he was being. 3.....2......1......BOOM.... corral G was starting several thousand feet behind us. I looked back and couldn't see them it was so dark. Just knowing how many people were running behind me freaked me out a bit, but I was then distracted by the official start line. We crossed and the clock read a little more than 17-minutes. I started my own watch (yes, TallGuySurfing remembered to wear his watch) and heard a high pitch beep as I crossed, which I hoped was my D-chip registering in the race computers.

Pretty soon we were swallowed up by the biggest crowd of runners I've ever experienced. Instead of the well known sound or pitter-patter of thousands of feet gliding across the pavement I instead noticed a new sound. Something I have never heard before and something hard to describe. It almost sounded like a faint and ill ocean, but in reality was thousands of trash bags, plastic ponchos and aluminum or Mylar blankets swishing and swashing, mushing and mashing as runners found their strides and attempted to stay warm with any means available.

Soon the chaos, loud music, announcers voice and cheering crowd was faint in the distance as I realized the immense distance before me and Harrison became a reality. We had already run more than a mile before even reaching the start line and now, 26.2 miles before us, lay a highly anticipated course that we spent hundreds of hours and months training for (well, Harrison more than me... stupid injury) and never in our wildest dreams would we have known it would all start like this.

Stay tuned for Part II coming soon!

*I apologize for my absence from the blogsphere the past two days. My only excuse is being slammed with work, not muscle soreness as it was nothing as bad as I had expected. More on that in part II of course!

The time is now

There are no secrets...

There are no shortcuts...

You just have to run!

The next time you hear from me I will have some kind of story to tell you about this little race I'm attempting on Sunday called the Disney Marathon. It's my first marathon... yeah, I'm excited and a little scared shit less too, but in my experience fear is a good thing. It keeps you alive.... I say bring it!

Until then... 26.2!

The Thursday Stoke!

Obviously, this Floridian is NOT stoked about this:

FML

At least the Max Humidity is down from the 70 % forecast the last time I checked. Dry cold is better than wet cold. In case you haven't figured it out, the above forecast is what they are calling for the Disney Marathon. It starts at about 5:40 a.m. and we'll be there an hour before that standing around trying to stay warm at the coldest part of the day. I am no amused.

However, it is Thursday and I am stoked!

I'm stoked because this race is finally upon me. There's a ton of chatter in several email threads going on and also comments abound on Facebook amongst fellow friends, bloggers and spectators in this race. I'm stoked for all the people I know that will be running, walking or watching come Sunday and while I might be just a little cold, I have a feeling I won't be alone.

Good luck to:

Runners:
Harrison (my good friend and new found running buddy)
Adam (one of my college roommates)
Jessica & Julie (two sisters that are high school friends of mine and are running in honor of their mother who passed away 26 years ago of lymphoma. 26 years and 26 miles)
Lucy (may this creative writer have a amazing race for a creative story! Despite getting sick and not being able to train she's still going for it! Even her FB husband, Bruce Lee, would be impressed)
Spike's Cousin (hopefully he'll be able to finish without aggravating his injury)

Blogger Runners:
Melissa (of I don't Need Excuses)
Marlene (of Mission to a(nother) Marathon)
Christy (of It just looks like slow motion)
Christopher (of Beyond Defeat)
Bailey (of Irish Cream)

Spectators:
The Redhead (of Caution: Redhead Running)
Spike (of Running Spike)
Beth (of Discom-BOB-ulated Running)
Dena
Jenny
Jojoba
Riki
Will
....and anyone else that I've forgot or happens to show up!

Oh, and good luck to the other 24,000 crazy ass running that will be joining us! May everyone meet their goals and finish alive!