Well I did it! It wasn’t pretty, but I did it. I know that I didn’t train well for this run, but I did not anticipate feeling as awful as I did.
If you’ve been following my running journey for awhile, you’ll know that I don’t stop for character photos during the first three miles of a Disney race. This is because I was almost swept when I ran the Tower of Terror 10-Miler and stopped early on. So for the WDW Half, my 5K time was pretty great. I started near the 2:30 pace group in the corral and since the race course was a little tight, I followed along with their run-walk pacing. Around the second mile marker, the course opened up a bit and I could run at a more comfortable pace for me. I crossed the 5K checkpoint at 38:18 with a 12:20 average pace. Then the fun started.
It was not long after the 5K mark that I stopped for the Queen of Hearts. She was at a character stop with Maleficent, but the line for Maleficent was extremely long, so I opted for the shorter one with the Queen. In keeping with the Alice in Wonderland theme, the next character I stopped for was the White Rabbit located inside the Magic Kingdom park.
Magic Kingdom slowed me down for sure. I stopped for a couple other characters, and the course was just a bit more congested. I took it as a welcomed break though. I was having a tough time.
The race didn’t get much better. This course was killing me and was really hard on the right side of my body. My knee and hip were in so much pain. As I neared mile 11, I was ready to sit down on the side of the road and just give up. I have never felt that way during a race, and I truly thought about stopping short.
My body would have appreciated stopping, but with two miles to go, I knew I couldn’t and just pushed on. I walked a lot of it, but even that didn’t make my hip or knee feel better.
Finishing felt wonderful, but then I had to walk the endless amount through the medals, medical tent, photo station and everything else. I started crying I was in so much pain by the end of that. Needless to say, this was the worst I had ever felt after a race. I don’t know if it was the lack of training, the uneven roads of the race course, or a bit of both, but I was pleased to be done and heading home.