May The Force Be With......ME! {Part 2}

We ran out of Disneyland and headed toward California Adventure. There were a bunch of spectators there and lots of them had signs! One of my favorites said “This is the worst Disneyland parade ever. Your choreography is awful”. But the absolute best signs said “May the force be with you” or “The force is strong with you”.

Now, I'm not the worlds biggest Star Wars expert, but I do know that when they refer to the force, they are basically referring to God. Every time I saw one of those signs, I read it as “May the Lord me with you” or “The Lord is strong with you”. 

Talk about your tender mercies. I could definitely feel all of the prayers of my family and friends, but as if that wasn't strong enough, there were signs EVERYWHERE confirming to me that the Lord was watching out for me and helping me run the race!

As I ran into the park, I got a text from my dad that said “Welcome to California Adventure”! He had been tracking me with an app that we use and it made me feel so good to know that they were keeping track of me!!

It was also at that point that I started to feel pretty dang good about my pace! I had done very little walking and I felt like I was keeping up with the crowd!

That gave me the confidence to stop and take a few pictures, and I'm so glad I did!! 

Not too long after these pictures, my costume started falling apart. Let me just first clarify that I was supposed to be Jedi Princess Aurora (can't you tell my the crown), but for some reason, people kept calling me Princess Peach. Who the heck shows up to a Disney race dressed as a Nintendo character?!?! Come of people!!! 

Any way, I had used a lot of double sided tape to try and keep my costume together, but by mile five, it no longer wanted to stick. The fabric over my shoulders kept falling off and getting in my way! So I ended up trying to run, while unpinning my race bib, taking off the fabric, and then pinning my race bib back on! Talk about multi-tasking!!

Just as I came up to the Paradise Pier hotel, the sun really started to come out! It was so pretty, but I was also grateful that it had stayed down for most of the race, keeping the air cool!!

I also got a chance to take a picture with the six mile marker!

At that point, I could heard the finish line! I decided to FaceTime my family because I wanted them to cross the finish line with me! They had done so much to get me to that point and I never would have made it without their love, encouragement, support and prayers!!

I talked to them for a few minutes and then it was time to get my medal!! SUCH a good feeling!!

Not long after that, Miranda crossed the finish line! I gave her a big hug and was so proud of her for finishing on her own!!

We had made it! We had survived!! We crossed the finish line on our own two feet.... no pacing cart required!! 

Best of all.......the “force” was with me every single step of the way.

May The Force Be With....... ME! {Part 1}

Race morning started bright and early. Well, I guess I shouldn't say bright, because it was 3:40 a.m and the run was definitely not up! 

As I started getting ready, I was trying to force myself to eat goldfish crackers, but my nerves had started again, so I only had a handful! Before we walked out the door, I told my friend Miranda that we needed to pray. One of the things my dad told me in my blessing was to make sure I prayed before and after the race! We stood there together in our hotel room, while I said a quick prayer that we would both be safe and that we could make it through the race. Once we said amen, it was time to head out and we left our room around 4:30 a.m.

Luckily, our hotel was really close to the starting line, so we were just able to walk over. It was nice to kind of start warming up and the feel the energy of the other runners walking with us!

My race bib said I was supposed to be in corral “D” and Miranda's said she was in corral “E”. There weren't very many people standing in corral “E” and I felt bad telling her to go stand back there by herself for more than an hour, so I told her to just stay with me. Plus, I didn't necessarily want to be alone either!

The race began at 5:30 a.m. but we had to wait awhile to start since we were one of the last corrals. I did some stretching to keep my muscles warm and we chatted with some of the runners around us.

Finally it was our turn! As we got closer, we could hear the announcer, who was with C3-PO and R2-D2, cheering everyone on! We could also hear the Star Wars music playing! Our corral got up to the start line, they counted us down, and we took off. The big screen overhead said “May the force be with you” and then told us all to run!!

Miranda and I walked the first three-quarters of a mile together. We were right in the middle of the pack so it was kind of hard to run. Once I made it to Harbor Boulevard, I decided I was ready to run! Miranda and I wished each other good luck and I took off!!

It felt so good to run! I felt happy to be running!! I felt much better running than I'd felt in months!!! I knew my dad's blessing was helping me and I knew the prayers of my family and friends were giving me strength! The “force” was definitely with me!

As I ran toward the gates of Disneyland, I thought back to my first Disney race. During that race, my dad was waiting for me right before I went into the park, cheering me on. I imagined him standing there, cheering me on, and that gave me a boost of energy as I ran down Main Street!

The course took us into Frontierland and I saw a huge line of people just standing around. At first, I didn't know if they were all runners and I couldn't figure out why there were all just standing around. As I got close to the Rivers of America, I could see Chewbacca standing there taking pictures with runners. 

Before the race had started, I had told myself the only character I really wanted a picture with was Darth Vader. But, I knew I wouldn't be able to stand in any really

long lines because I needed to be careful of my time! I was hoping that since I was toward the end of the pack, that most of the runners would be through by the time I made it to the characters.

I was wrong! Really wrong! 
As I ran into Tomorrowland, I could see a huge line and there was no doubt in my mind what they were waiting for! As I ran around the corner, there was Darth Vader standing in front of the Innovations building! There were even Storm Troopers walking around! I debated for a few minutes whether I should stand in line or not..... but the line was at least a 20 minutes long and I knew I couldn't afford to lose that much time!

(I wasn't able to get my picture during the race... but I did manager to get

one while we were in the park!!)

From Tomorrowland, we ran back toward It's A Small World. There were a couple of Jedis standing there, cheering us on, and they didn't have any lines. So, I stopped for a quick selfie!!

We made our way through the backlot, which is one of my favorite parts! A lot of the employees come out to cheer and give high fives! It's so cool to see them all there, so early in the morning, giving up there time, to help make the race fun! They were also working on Splash Mountain while we were there, so all of the logs were sitting out and that was kind of cool to see!

Run Disney- Round 2

In the summer of 2014 I signed up to run the inaugural Disneyland Star Wars 10k. They always make you sign up for those races months in advance, so I had until January 17, 2015 to train.

I told myself I had plenty of time and, since I had done a 10k before, I was going to be just fine! Not long after I signed up, I ran my first Ragnar race. I was wiped out by the time that weekend was over and I told myself I deserved a break from running.... a week at least!

Well, a week turned into two.... and two weeks turned into a month! At that point, it was the middle of summer and it was hot.... really hot!! I told myself every night after work that it was way to hot and there was no way I could run outside! I told myself that if I waited until September, I would still have plenty of time to prepare.

Procrastination and justification are a bad combo.....

Before I knew it, it was October. It had been three and a half months since my last run, or any other kind of workout for that matter! Not only that, but winter was coming and my running outside days were going to be numbered.

I, of course, started to get a little stressed about how the race was going to go. I went for my first run annnnnd......... It didn't go well. I don't remember how far I made it before I gave up, but I would say it was probably less than a mile. My next few runs were not much better. One of my biggest obstacles was my weight. I had gained quite a bit over the summer and I could definitely feel it! My calves ached every single time I went out! And I felt like I was losing circulation in my feet.

Self doubt kicked in big time and I wondered why in the world I was even attempting to run! My self-conversations during a run went something like this:

            “Why in the heck are you doing this”

            “You hate running... you've always hated running”

            “You're not a runner, you are not cut out for this”

            “You are way to fat to be trying to run this kind of race”

            “There is absolutely no way you are going to be ready for the race. Why are

            you trying anyway”

It was rough. I told myself over and over I hated running. I had to force myself to go out each night and I was miserable the whole entire time. I would get discouraged after every short run and would be overwhelmed with frustration when I got home.

I had lost all motivation to be a runner! It got so bad, that I considered just not showing up for the race at all..... I knew I'd be throwing over $100 down the drain, but I told myself it would be better to not show up at all than to be humiliated by not finishing the race!

Daylight savings came, so my evening runs were now in the dark.

And cold. 

There were nights when it was freezing....when I couldn't feel my nose, fingers or ears! 

But, I told myself that was the price I had to pay for slacking off in the summer!

Believe it or not, running actually got slightly easier on those cold dark nights! It was sort of peaceful to be out alone in the chilly air. I still couldn't run a mile without stopping, but I would usually run miles two and three without a break, so that was progress!

I was also extremely blessed because we had an insanely mild winter. My plan had been to run outside as long as possible, and once the snow started flying, I was going to hit the treadmill. I wasn't excited about treadmill running, only because, for me, I don't feel like I get the same kind of workout. I feel like I can go faster and further on the treadmill, which definitely doesn't help when it comes time to run on the pavement! My last resort was going to the the rec center track. Track running is super hard for me..... I get bored looking at the same walls for 30+ laps!! But like I said, I was blessed with dry roads and was able to run outside until the week of Christmas.

We got our first snow storm on Christmas day, so for the next few weeks, I went to the gym. Sometimes I'd use the treadmill, but I mostly worked out on the elliptical machine. I felt pretty bad about it.... because I was worried that I wasn't getting the kind of workout I needed. But, I figured it was better than nothing.

January came and my nerves set it. I knew I wasn't where I needed to be, especially since my longest outdoor run had been 3.60 miles! And as if that wasn't bad enough, my pace was very very slow! All of my self-doubt came back and I again considered just skipping the race!

The night before I left for California, I was a mess. All I could think about was being picked up by the pacing cart. I did not want to be the fat girl who couldn't make it through the race and had to be driven to the finish line.

I needed all of the help I could get at that point and asked my dad if he would give me a blessing. In my head, I was thinking “I need him to bless me that I'll be able to run faster and farther that I've been able to in the past few weeks”. My dad is amazing and he knew exactly what to say! He didn't say the exact phrase I was hoping for, but what he said helped me feel peace, and really, what's better than that!

Once my friend Miranda and I made it to California, we went to the Health and Fitness Expo at the Disneyland hotel to pick up our race packet! That was the moment I finally started to get excited about the race! There is just something that pumps you up about holding your race bib and tech shirt!

We walked around the expo for awhile, checking out the vendors and buying some cool stuff. We didn't stay too long though because we wanted to go over to Disneyland! We rode a couple of rides and did some shopping. But we also made sure we had time to carbo-load and we ended up at Pizza Port for some delicious pasta and bread sticks. We didn't stay very late, because we knew we had to get up really early for race day!

(We went into the Star Trader store in tomorrow land because I REALLY wanted

to get a lightsaber to go along with my costume! They had basic ones.... that cost $12!
Or you could build your own sweet lightsaber.... that started at $20.
I seriously debated what to do...
I wanted a blue lightsaber SO bad!
In the end, I couldn't justify spending that kind of money on something that I would

only use to take a few pictures.)

Back at the hotel, we set out our running gear and laid out our costumes. We set the alarm for 3:40 a.m. and we were in bed by 9:30 p.m!