Hellllooo out there!! Is it really already almost March?
Once upon a time, because all princess stories start with once upon a time, I set out for the 2016 Glass Slipper Challenge. It can be summed in several short sentences, but what fun would that be?
Leading up to this weekend, I had been working a lot, sleeping very little, and training even less. None of which are good things on their own, but together could equal disaster. I won’t necessarily bore you with all the details about the race. I will say, I survived, took a few pictures, and I survived (with help from Abby!).
Disney races mean many things – castles, Main Street, characters, and very early morning wake ups. I think actually did it right this time (probably because I was so exhausted) and went to bed at a decent time.
Saturday morning dawned early. I ran into Abby (almost literally) and we met up with Sarah and Sarah’s mom. And before you know it we were heading toward the corrals. The race started but I had no fireworks. Boo.
The 10K can be summed up in two pictures:
A short day at the parks, followed by an early evening and (what felt like) an even earlier wake up call, I was back at the start line.
The first part of the race was decent. I kept moving, except for a few picture stops.
Right after my mile 7 picture, I ran into Abby. I was starting to feel fatigued, so decided to stick with her. That was one of my better decisions. It was starting to get hot at this point. And (TMI – you’ve been warned) my monthly visitor decided to pay me a visit and I was having horrible cramps. Sticking with Abby kept me moving forward, even though I felt like stopping and walking slowly.
This was also when the pictures stopped as I didn’t have any extra energy. I finally stopped on of the medical tents for Tylenol. I kept up with Abby as long as I could but with a half mile or so left I waved Abby on as I struggled to keep moving. I kept moving slower and slower, not even running for the cameras (you know I’m not feeling well when I can’t even smile and ham it up for the cameras).
I almost burst into tears when I saw the gospel choir. I was so close. And finally I could see the finish line. I dug so deep and found a tiny spark of energy so I could run across the finish line. Done.
It wasn’t the prettiest race, but it was probably one of my guttiest. I gutted it out and left it all out on the course.